Friday, June 8, 2018


There was a young man who used to visit isolated cabins in the Appalachian Mountains searching for antiques. He would knock on doors, introduce himself, and ask if they had any old glass or furniture they wanted to sell. One day he knocked on the door of an old, dilapidated shack. The woman who came to the door was wearing a tattered dress and worn-out shoes. When he made his offer, she thought for a moment and said, “Mister, it’s like this. I ain’t got nothin’ I don’t want, and I don’t want nothin’ I ain’t got.”

That woman had a magnificent possession called contentment. Many people would pay millions to attain it. Real contentment is not an achievement. It is a gift from God to those persons who trust him completely.