And so, even while I long for colorful walls and a real washing machine, I am trying harder to be content and to praise God for what he has given me.
Nice living room furniture, a wedding gift.
The most comfortable bed.
The space and ability to hang our favorite art and photos.
A just-the-right-size bathroom.
Shelves full of books.
Sufficient closet space.
Uncluttered (mostly) surfaces that make the whole place look bigger.
A garage for our rather needy car. (And a car at all!)
A family to love, serve, and live for.
And for God Himself, who is there no matter my housing situation.
If I can put aside my envy at what others have and enjoy what He has been faithful to give me in the here and now...then anything bigger/nicer/fancier/better than this will be just gravy.