Whether it's our love life, or lack thereof. Our shape and size. Our work life or social life. Our longing for children, or our longing for them to grow up. Our house. Our clothes. Our cars. The list goes on and on. Why can't we be satisfied?
If you believe that God is a loving, merciful, all-powerful father who wants to bestow his best on each and every one of his daughters, then why can't we believe that what we have, right now, is what we were meant to have.
I suppose it goes back to Eve, once again. She wanted something more in the garden. She wanted what she thought was better, even though she already had the very best. Satan sowed those seeds of doubt, and she allowed them to take root and grow.
Oh, there are days I get so angry at Eve for all the suffering she released onto her offspring. But, then, I realize that when I am faced with the same choice each day, I usually choose as she did - to doubt my Lord.
If I could just see it that way when I'm actually making the choice to be unsatisfied, I think I could do better, by the grace of God. But, I feel like Paul, "the very things I don't want to do, I do."
Does any other sister in Christ out there struggle with this too?