Basket of Contentment

I didn't see either coming, the bike with a wicker basket filled with fresh flowers and two loaves of bread or the feeling of discontentment.

I didn't wake up discontented.

I wasn't trying to find something to bring on the feeling of "this isn't what I want to be doing."


No, it rode across my heart as steady as the bike being pedaled by the young woman on the sidewalk before me.

How could I not notice her carefree posture with the wind blowing through her hair as she made her way home from shopping as I wrestled with my purse, lunch bag, and brief case getting into my car to go to my office. Nothing carefree about what I was doing.

Oh, to be her.

Oh, to have a cute white vintage bike and wicker basket.

Oh, to be riding on a bike outside instead of getting in my car to go to work.

Oh, to have those flowers in a pretty vase on my kitchen table as I slice the fresh bread and cover it with butter and jam.

Oh, to have a cute kitchen table.

Oh, oh, oh . . . my thoughts were spinning out of control like my tires were spinning out of my neighborhood.

"Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your  adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour" (I Peter 5:8 NASB).

Reality check.

I couldn't let the enemy take a beautiful morning in which I was going to my appointed place for the day devour me and suck me into discontentment. I may have been slow to catch on, but before I got to work I had realized what he was doing.

We must be sober, be alert, always walking close to the Lord so we can see the enemy and his schemes.

I may not have a bike with a basket full of fresh flowers and bread, but I have THE bread of life to give me peace, no matter what comes my way.

Discontentment . . . you can have no place in my heart today!!!


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