I'm Content

How do you start a blog post about being content with life? How about going into how imperfect it is? I'll do that.

Do i live in a perfect world with no wars, no death, or no pain? No.
Do i go to the perfect school with straight A's, nobody spreads rumors about each other, and everyone loves each other? No.
Do i have the perfect family with no quarrels, no sicknesses, and being totally rich? No.
Do i have the perfect schedule with a ton of free time, always able to hang out with friends, or able to do all the things i want? Nope.
How about reality?
I have an imperfect world with wars, countless deaths, and endless pain.
I go to a school where I don't have straight A's, (though that would be nice), people spread vicious rumors about  each other around, and a lot of people hate someone else.
I have an imperfect family with a few quarrels, some sickness, and not really rich.
I have a crazy busy schedule with very little free time, rarely get to hang out with friends, and I don't get to do all the things i want to do.
I have a brother who has been confined to a wheelchair for his whole life and doesn't get to walk. He hardly can communicate with us. It hurts me to see him sometimes. But somehow, through his imperfect life, he's able to smile. He's able to laugh at the little things. Doe he wish he wasn't stuck in his wheelchair? Probably. But I've noticed that he's able to live with it and make the best of it.
Wouldn't life be easier if we all did that? Make the best of a flat tire, the best of a best friend going to the hospital, the best of life crumbling down around you? It's hard, but then again, when did God ever say life was going to be easy? I can only think of one time. Revelation 21. Verse four tells us that God will wipe every tear from our eyes, and that there will not be any death or pain. I don't know about you, but that sounds like the easy life. Or even better, the Perfect life.
Yeah, my life isn't perfect, nor is it easy. But it doesn't really matter to me. I like my life where it is. It makes me want that perfect life and strive to bring others with me to that perfect life in Heaven. It also brings me encouragement because I know that my brother will be able to walk for the first time. He'll be able to dance on his own two feet. He'll be able to run with the track stars in heaven, dance with the most talented dancers, and hike Heaven's biggest mountain with me and  my dad when we all get there. When we both get to heaven, I can't wait to have a game of catch with him. I've been wanting that for a long time. I just can't wait to see Michael dancing with Jesus. Just the thought brings a smile to my face. Maybe Jesus will walk with Michael for the first few minutes and help him get used to his new ability.
By no means am I so ready that I'm leaving right now, but I just can't wait until God calls me home. One of my favorite hobbies is talking about how great life will be in heaven. No pain, no worries, no deadlines. Just praising God with all our hearts minds and soul. There's gonna be a party in Heaven. Now that I think about it, I think it's going on right now.