satisfied

Today is one of those days I wish I could hold onto more often. I can hear my own thoughts and feel the weight of my eyelids close slowly. They open like its the first time and I look around. Every image is so clear. Each person I pass has expressions that seem to be larger-than-life. He yawns and you can feel the stress release as he exhales. The teenie boppers giggle, and their heads fling back with life and excitement. The old woman waiting for the bus seems to be frozen in time as she stands crooked in the middle of the street.
Another second passes.
It's as I see it all at once.
And everyone just keeps going.
Its beautiful.
I have a slight grin on my face all day, because as I sit reading my book, looking out the big chicago style window, I am content.

Paul writes in Philippians that he found the secret of being content in every situation. Plenty. Want. He had experienced it all. And yet through Jesus' spirit in him, he was satisfied.

With Jesus' spirit alive in me, in all the countless ways I have plenty, and in all the ways I am in desperate need, I am satisfied.