Contentment

I will always see this fascinating scene whenever I'm on my way back. A pleasant-looking lady, dressed sharply and expensively, no dobut,, with high heels, perfectly manicured hands and bouncy curls stands waiting for something or someone. And one fine night, I do manage to catch a glimpse of who she awaits. A man (or boy) comes along in his motorcycle and stops in front of her. She waits, till he offers her a ride. She smiles, a sheepish awkward smile, and attempts to put on the helmet. He laughs at her and helps her clasp it on. She mounts the bike and they zoom off. The image that remains etched in my memory is the smile she leaves the place with. The smile of silly contentment, contentment from feeling the wind in her hair, and knowing that she is safe, loved and protected.

It makes no sense. She can ask for so much more. She can look for so much more. Yet, she is content with what she has now. Maybe, she knows that by embracing whatever she possesses now makes her more able to patiently await what lies for her in the future. Maybe that's what they call faith, being sure of what you hope for and certain of what you do not see (Heb 11:1). And maybe, we should be like her, waiting patiently, knowing, and believing that, something better lies ahead. And even it doesn't, we'll still be happy with what we have.

"The river runs and the river hides
Out to the ocean and under the sky
I promise you, the answer will come
Hold on to patience and watch for the sign
'cause maybe there's another plan
One I still can't see
A little surprise, like your love in my life
Funny how time changes how we see"
Corrinne May, Everything in Its Time