Letter #629: Dwell in the Land

Dear land,

You’re where I’ve been living the last few weeks. Yes I know, we all live on you, but I’m talking about something different. I’m talking about truly dwelling in the land we live on. I’m talking about contentment.

For a lot of reasons, I’ve been navigating this greatly the last month. Am I truly content with where I’m at in life? What am I doing in Branson? Why am I single? As all my friends get more and more life stages ahead of me, how am I supposed to handle that? Real talk, this is where my head goes sometimes. Right or wrong, I have doubts and questions. Some selfish, some ridiculous, some valid. And as I ask the questions, I’m not sure there are great answers for any of them.

And that’s ok.

So why have I been “living on the land’ the last few weeks? Well, Psalm 37:3 rocked my world during my wrestling match of questions. “Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.”

I don’t know what land David’s talking about in his context, and frankly I don’t care right now, but let me tell you about mine. 26, Branson, Kanakuk, single, friends, family, etc. This is my land. I am to dwell in it. So often we look to the next thing and miss our now. May I be fully vested in my now and not miss the moments. One person controls the answer to the question of whether I am content or not. Me. But it’s a choice.

As I am “dwelling,’ I am to develop faithfulness. My life is likely not going to be defined by a few giant decisions, but rather thousands of little ones. May I choose to be faithful in the moments.

And no matter what the world says, I am to do good. In the midst of developing faithfulness, may I do what is right despite the consequences. May I honor, love and serve others well. Doing good isn’t always easy, but it’s typically right. I want to fight for this. For the right reasons. Because my heart is in the right place. Not for recognition.

As I wrestle this idea of contentment and try to put these questions to rest, I have to land at the first phrase of the verse. Trust in the Lord. Trust. Believe God’s character is true. He’s proven Himself faithful for generations. Who am I to question Him now?

The reality is, I can stand up in front of my staff and say I trust. I can tell people in conversations God is good. I can say anything I want, but do I really believe it? In the quiet of my soul, when I’m alone on my worst day, do I truly trust in the Lord?

26. Branson. Single. Kanakuk. Friends. Family. This is my land. For others, the land looks different. College. Married. Can’t have kids. Busy life with kids. Empty nest. Grandkids. We all have a land. They all look different, but the wrestling of contentment is always present. It’s an easy way for us to be attacked. Constantly wanting more or different or being unsatisfied. If I live here, I’m done. I’m checked out. Satan’s won.

We must fight. I will fight. The majority of the time, I love my land. When I choose in the moments, I really love my land. When I dwell on what I don’t have, that’s when I get in trouble. Instead, I will fight for contentment by dwelling on what I do have, on the opportunities directly in front of me. And when I fail, I will ask forgiveness, pick up the pieces and remind myself to trust the Lord, the only steadfast thing in life.

“Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.”

In constant need of reminders,

Land owner/dweller

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I'm Lindsay. I write letters at least one a day to be exact. I love words of affirmation, the OKC Thunder, Oklahoma State, tempos with v-necks, ice water, garage sales, budgeting and Blue Bell. Processing life and quality conversation make me tick. I'm simple yet complex all at the same time. My family and friends mean more to me than the world, but my identity lies in Christ.

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  1. Every time I drop in here, my own scripture-based perspective is made fresh again, and I am reminded of how incredibly proud of you I am. Thank you again, Lindsay!

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