The joys of Contentment One of my favorite pass time is to watch a movie with my dog at my feet,
She seems to be very comfortable there as I habitually rub my feet together. This behavior seems to be a family trait. When my kids were growing up in leaps, bounds and pounds. I notice that we all rubbed our feet at the dinner table.
While my mother nurtured me in all the necessary things for life. It was my father I learned the healing virtues of a loving touch.
Growing up my favorite pass time was to sit in his lap and listen to his voice from the inside of his chest. My dad was a talker, sitting for hours with his friends talking. Like my dog I loved to be in his presence wherever he was I felt contented.
Contentment is a learned behavior in a safe and loving environment. It is for everyone, rich and poor, bond or free.
The bible says,
I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.
It is a place where we sing psalms hymns and spiritual songs. Making melodies in our hearts.
In the upper room where John that disciple who Jesus showed His affection. Commanding us to be affectionate one to another. To greet each other with a kiss.
My, my how far we have wondered away from the safety of the kingdom of heaven.
My joy I give to you, not like the world gives. And the world can’t take it away. Oh how I missed the days when my children were my children.
Loving with the laying on of holy hands.
Like I am still my my Father’s child.
Loving with the touch of holy hands.
Still bearing the scars of my own cross.