Never feeling full is root of unhappiness

Fri, Nov. 26, 2004

By golly, by the time this is in print, I’m hoping to have ingested a few delicious Thanksgiving calories.

How about you? Feeling full? Did you carve the ol’ turkey, slosh the gravy on the dressing, pack in the potatoes, sweet and mashed? How about that green bean casserole and all the other trimmings? Did the pie have pecans, buttermilk, pumpkin or sweet potato filling?

Is your Thanksgiving "well" full or are you feeling a bit drained? It’s ironic but did you know that sometimes we eat and we eat and even though we’re stuffed, we go back for more. We just can’t seem to get satisfied. Weird, huh?

There’s a scripture that has always fascinated me because like most scripture it speaks to me, screaming my name. It comes from the book of Haggai, the first chapter: "Now this is what the Lord Almighty says: "Give careful thought to your ways. You have planted much, but have harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it."

My mama used to talk to me about money burning holes in my purse. Mamas are usually right on target. I’m seeing it in myself and others more and more. It’s that "more and more" thing. Everything has to be bigger and better, "little" doesn’t satisfy and thankful doesn’t apply. Maybe it’s because the search has been in the wrong direction.

I kind of got the picture the other day when I was greeted with, "Guess what the dog ate today." Y’all he had himself a helping of the brand new 2004 Southern Living cookbook. That’s right. The delivery person left it on the front porch and ol’ Falco got him a load.

He must have thought those pictures looked good enough to eat. Eat he did. The pages were shredded and ingested. But guess what. It didn’t satisfy him, and it sure didn’t fill him up. I’d like to have filled him up all right, but that’s not the point of this story.

The point is there are a lot of things out there that look scrumptious and seem to be calling our name. I want it now or I’ll just die. Have you noticed how popular storage barns and storage bins have become. We’re storing up all the "to die for stuff" because we can’t get enough. I’m thinking all it’s making me and thee is a debtor.

Somehow "stuff" doesn’t fill the bill. Sometimes the only thing "stuff" does is fill the "Bills to be paid file."

After holding the remains of my mother-in-law’s Southern Living cookbook and getting the picture or what was left of the picture, I’ve decided I want to renew this holiday season with what I already know to be true: To be thankful for what I have, to seek those things that last for eternity and to love people and not things.

We aren’t satisfied because we don’t understand what’s real. What’s real and eternal. The things that last, that will gratify for the long haul.

I’m asking the Lord along with the Psalmist, "Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days." Now that’s a Thanksgiving thought that will fill us from here to eternity.

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