More is a dangerous concept.
We think we will be happier if we have more money. We believe things would be better if we had more stuff. We’re told if we were bigger, better, bolder that things would be incredible. We just need more…
More is a dangerous concept.
I find more to be a dangerous concept. I want more hits for the blog. I want more bums in the pew. I want more time with friends. I want more selection in my wardrobe…
I want. I want. I want.
And what does all this wanting get me? Nothing, really. Wanting more really doesn’t change the situation. It just leads to longing and anxiety over the fact that it’s not happening. It leads to worry and frustration over how things aren’t working out as I might have planned. It leads to all kinds of stress but very little progress.
When we are always looking for more, wanting things we can’t or shouldn’t have we miss out on what is real and in front of us. Sure thousands of hits on my blog would be nice but I love my quiet, real blog. I would love hundreds in the pew each week but then how many would I actually get to talk to? How many scarfs can a girl actually work into her wardrobe?
Sometimes more isn’t more. Sometimes more leads to stress, lack of connection and confusion. Sometimes wanting more stops you from seeing what blessings you’ve been given. I have so much to be thankful for. What I have is more than enough. I am richly blessed.