July Seventeenth; Finding My Satisfaction

From where, do I get my satisfaction?  In what, am I satisfied? Is it important, to be satisfied or should there be a hunger for more?


Questions, questions. Are there answers, or mere food for contemplation?


A few miles from here, there is a housing development filled with very expensive homes. When my son was young, he told me one day as we were passing the entrance to the development, that when he got big, he was going to buy me a house there. I smiled and made the appropriate comment for me. “Thank you son, but I really don’t need a house in there.” He was a bit bewildered and disappointed until I explained my reasoning. I really hated that he thought I was rejecting his wonderful offer, but my explanation was satisfying to a young mind and generous heart. 

I honestly have never needed or wanted a big house in a fancy neighborhood. While there is nothing wrong with that, it simply isn’t me. What is me? My home is under a thousand square feet and was built in the early 1960’s. I grew up in this house. My son’s bedroom, was once mine. The house, as any aging home does, has a few issues that need addressing, but I’ll get to them. As it is, this house is filled with memories and love. Often I will remember past moments and smile.

Its warm in winter, its cool in the summer, thanks to those big Oak trees. We’re protected from the weather, and secure from the bad guys. It isn’t fancy, it isn’t huge, it isn’t in a ritzy neighborhood. Its home.

 My backyard is nature’s playground. The woods begin a dozen feet from my back porch. While currently there is a number of not so stray cats living out back, I still see racoon, possum, really big birds and deer paying a visit. Among others. Night time is the time of the cricket and night bird symphony and morning brings the morning songs. The hummingbirds visit the feeder outside the window and chase away the yellow jackets. Walking across the yard will bring sightings of all manner of insects and the occasional snake. For the most part it is quiet, peaceful, a wonderful earthly home.

 The plants that grow along the fence line of my front yard create a degree of privacy. I can sit on the front porch should I choose and not worry that I’m being watched or accused of watching anyone else. 

Thankfully, my home loan was fully paid off right after I lost my job due to the pandemic. I wanted to make sure that should anything happen to me, the house was safe for my son. Knowing that the only thing that I currently owe on is that car, which he wouldn’t be responsible for, is satisfying. Calming and easing of concerns. I’ve heard too many horror stories of debt and the hardships brought upon the loss of the debtor.

 But now, all of that mentioned, is material things. Stuff of this life that eventually time will destroy. Why should I seek greater, bigger, flashier things that won’t last but a short time? They may seem nice for a time, but in the end, have no value. Not only that, but what about those drives, desires, goals that we have pulling us? I paid a visit to the rabbit hole and discovered this: https://www.gotquestions.org/Bible-satisfaction.html


 We are created, to be creative and accomplish  things. We are designed to be satisfied with those creations as God was satisfied with His creations in the beginning. The important thing is remembering where the abilities came from. One example. I have self published two inspirational poetry books. I was once asked if I wrote them. My response was along the lines of God wrote them, I just put the words to paper. I’m not sure who the person was who asked, but they liked that response.

 I know, that in this life I am blessed. God has and does provide our needs. I am satisfied in the status of my earthly possessions even when I make comments about certain Jeeps. Something that is just an unnecessary toy as what I am driving now is all I need. I am satisfied in where I live, for all of the aforementioned reasons. It is a place to rest my head as I seek to accomplish what God’s plans are for my life. My satisfaction in the fact that I’m managing even not working, is there. Because not working has allowed me to do things such as this along with being here for my parents and family.

I do sometimes worry, grumble and whine a bit, but that is my human side seeking a bit of attention. Reminders of how blessed we are, usually shuts that down quickly. Reminding myself that God has always supplied our needs and that is all that matters. Those treasures, the ones that time and thieves can steal, are not meant to be laid up here but in Heaven. For our heart will long for the satisfaction of where those treasures rest. My satisfaction, is in the Lord and doing what I am able, to bring glory to Him.https://biblehub.com/matthew/6-20.htm

I am but a sojourner in this life, making my way to my Heavenly home. May I find my satisfaction in doing my best, to glorify my Lord.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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7 Responses to July Seventeenth; Finding My Satisfaction

  1. Your setting sounds perfect.

  2. Your post made me think of the Bible verse which says “Godliness with contentment is great gain.”

  3. Rod Bentley says:

    Very well written, Contentment is a treasure in itself.

  4. Sarah Davis says:

    Dirt roads and bird songs trump McMansions.

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