Guest Blog By My Son, Landon

Contentedness sucks.

It’s something that you can't really work toward; it's more a result of all the right actions taken in the right sequence. Or at least that's what I tell myself when I figure being content is impossible.

Being content is every facet of my life being not bad. Or at least that's what I tell myself when I figure being content is impossible.

It's one of those ideas that is just too big for me to wrap my head around; like how God has no beginning or how at one time in history God may have literally set time aside to make Landon Saunders. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I figure being content is impossible.

Being content is the one elusive thing that celebrities and the homeless alike can never seem to find; simply because there are so many things that can and do go wrong in life. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I figure being content is impossible.

Being content is a state of being, but somehow it is a state that I always seem to drive through and never get to stop and look around in; like Kentucky or Virginia. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I figure being content is impossible.

And then...

I see a baby finding his hands and their functions for the first time, or my three year old cousin slipping on his Spiderman web shooting gloves, or my dog Daisy when someone will finally give her a piece of whatever they are eating, or my dad when word gets to him of me or Logan truly displaying God's love, or when my Mother has Starbucks, Michael McDonald's new CD, and any car to speed in, or when Jesse hears that one girly song that he somehow knows all the words to, or when Adam comes to the end of a long line to receive his very own copy of Super Smash Bros. Brawl, or Brandon (Jesse, Adam, and Brandon are good friends) whenever I bring home treats from work, or my great grandfather whenever he hears my dad preach.

It’s then when I realize contentedness isn’t a state of things or a result of certain events. It’s simply a gift granted from God to me; something that has no specific formula or route other than loving my Creator and him loving me back, and doing in that exact moment in time exactly what God intended me to do.

Or at least that’s what He tells me when I figure being content is impossible.