Halfway between content and dissatisfied lies the Kingdom of Heaven, where eyes are riveted to the task at hand for they see Christ's vision through them. And our sweat, thoughts, and tears are equally spent, but always in light of that great joke that our labors open play to the Spirit's symphony. We're dissatisfied with our jobs and governments, knowing they ought to work better. But we're content enough to refrain from guilting others to follow our own orders. We're dissatisfied with stuff and its breaking for none of it is built to last. But we're content enough to fix and clean, so as to not shirk the good to get second best. We're dissatisfied with our people and their growth, knowing they're not meant to self-destruct. But we're content enough to resist forcing will and words on those we’re not called to rule. We're dissatisfied with ourselves and our lot, certain we were meant to do better. But we're content enough to make melody between the battlefield and nursery of this kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven.
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My favorite verse on this subject is 1 Timothy 6:5b-7