Jubilant: def. feeling or expressing great happiness and triumph (google definitions)
I’m gonna be honest here for a moment. I’ve been struggling with being discontent. It’s one of those things that easily takes hold of me and eats away at me, leaving me melancholy. The other night I came home to my husband, laid down on my bed and cried.
I had just come home from going out for coffee with a friend who just graduated nursing college. Our conversation went a variety of ways, and at one point it was brought up that she would probably make around 20-25 dollars an hour. And I found myself envious.
For a long time, I have looked at my friends and as we have finished college I have seen them go off and start careers. At least two of my friends have worked as nurses for at least a year, some have bought houses, others are pregnant or have children. And I look at these things and can’t help but feel melancholy. Or perhaps it is simply jealousy.
I just turned 25 yesterday and let me tell you what I have accomplished. It doesn’t seem like much to me. In high school I grew up in a foreign country and had no opportunity for a job. During my college years, I worked part time as a student worker at the library helpdesk…for $7.50 an hour. After graduating with a bachelors in Counseling Psychology, I volunteered at a hospital where I cleaned beds and handed out food…8 hours a day for $2 an hour. And for a while I have been waiting for the proper paperwork so that this German girl can get “a big girl job” in America. I am not a qualified counselor, so unless I get my Masters, I will never make anywhere near to $20 an hour.
And so I sit here, a quarter of a century old and I feel like a child. A 25 year old child who has never had that “big girl job,” who is not qualified in anything. Even my husband is starting his career as a teacher in a few months.
This was only one of the reasons why I bitterly complained to my husband the other night. How do I deal with discontent? How do I deal with the knowledge that my sister, who is only 2 years older, is giving birth to her 3rd baby, owns a house, and at 22 had a good-paying successful job? Or with the fact that we don’t have much money in the bank? Or with the fact that I feel fairly ungifted in many areas and just wish that the Lord had blessed me with a talent that I could just flourish in.
Believe me, I could go on and on with things to be discontent about.
I have not been jubilant. Last month I dubbed it, Motivation May, in an effort to try some good habits in the area of motivation. I have dubbed this month Jubilant June, in an effort to be more jubilant. My husband is encouraging me to name three things each day that I am thankful. The other night when I came home and found an endless list of things to cry about, my husband basically forced me to name three things I was thankful for. Part of the definition of jubilant is “expressing triumph.” I know how desperately I need to triumph over discontent. Just as I needed to (and still do) need to triumph over a lack of motivation, I must work at being more thankful. Discontent eats away at the soul, like maggots eating away, until the only thing left is rottenness.
I must close my eyes and see how the Lord has blessed me. I had an adventurous life in a tropical paradise which has broadened my horizons. For many years I got to be active and while my knees are shot, I still manage to do the elliptical fairly pain free. I have the sweetest of husbands who dotes on me. My parents still love each other and I have the best big sister. My extended family is the bomb. I don’t starve and I have a cozy little apartment. Why be discontent?
Lets try to focus on the things the Lord has blessed us with instead of wasting time being discontent.