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Contentment

She will often disguise herself in various ways She might even put on a mask or color her hair I tell you, he might even rage and pick a fight He's subtle and clever but can never be satisfied She might go on a very pricy shopping spree He might go hunting or disappear in his cave It's just very hard for him or her to be at ease. Like the biblical character who built a bigger barn, Not because he needed it, but because he could Wine, women, song, or more stuff are simply never enough You see, our divine heritage was to be named Contentment, But we would have none of it because we allowed Our once gentle life of tranquility to slowly slip away from us, and we changed our names to Discontent. And since then, we have been unhappy and restless. Such Is the sad saga of many a pilgrim like you and me who Lose our sense of our God-given identity with a name Called Contentment and take on the name of Discontent. 100419PoSoup

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