The Religion of Dissatisfaction

I have just had a personal epiphany.... well, maybe MORE than personal.... but let's see how this comes out of my head and into words.

The religion I was raised in taught me...encouraged me...forced me...guilted me....into being dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied with what?

EVERYTHING.

Dissatisfied:

discontented, malcontent, unsatisfied, disappointed, disaffected, unhappy, displeased; disgruntled, aggrieved, vexed, annoyed, irritated, angry, exasperated, fed up.

I was "autosinging" an old church song this morning, and realized that it was just a big apology to God for what He had made and how He had made it (me!)

I have a running dialog with God most of the day and night....at least, I hope it's him I am talking to! What I just found though, is that I "autoapologize" to God ALL of the time. 

When the thoughts that pop into my head aren't really that nice, I apologize. When someone else says things against God or Jesus, I apologize. When I growl at myself in the mirror for being out of shape, I apologize for growling. When I complain, I apologize. When I see beggars on the street corner and growl toward them because they are playing with their smartphones, while asking me for money - I apologize. When I see a television preacher and quickly move past it, I apologize just in case God likes them better than I do :)

So, what if, instead of apologetic, I became GRATEFUL? And instead of dissatisfaction, I replaced it with JOY?

Yep... that's what I'm gonna do.