Are We Ever Satisfied

 Are We Ever Satisfied

Too dry, too wet, too hot, too cold; are we ever satisfied? Not enough money, too busy, bored; do we ever have enough? Worse than that, are we ever just thankful? When our needs are met, do we want more? It’s like when we’re eating and there is one slice of pot roast or a few small potatoes left, even though we’re feeling full, do we sit there wondering, “That was so tasty, maybe…” Then we decide, “I can’t let that go to waste” and it goes to our waist instead. We push away from the table, waddle over to the sofa, and collapse in a stupor, wondering why we’re so tired.

In America, too many of us have so much and yet we are so ungrateful, unthankful for what we have. In many places, food, water, and adequate housing are just a dream. They don’t want equality; they want a chance to earn what we Americans have so abundantly available. I know that there are children that go to bed hungry, according to government statistics, but with food kitchens, food pantries, and welfare, much of that should already be addressed. I don’t understand the reasons for the problem.

There was a time when churches handled these needs, but more and more the government has stepped in with so many rules and regulations, it nearly impossible for anyone but the government to function. Churches kept tabs on the people. They knew who really had a need eliminating those who choose not to work and refused to try and lift themselves out of poverty. They knew the destitute from the lazy. The churches meted out charity to meet the needs of the needy.

The government stepped in, always thinking that it could do better. There is so much waste and inefficiency in the bureaucracy that much of the resources are being lost and either fed back to the federal system or into bureaucratic pockets. The government has taken the place of the “bread winners” and “fathers” in single parent homes. Often the money distributed to feed the children goes to pay for alcohol, tobacco, and drugs. The local communities had a better handle on these situations and wouldn’t have allowed the abuse that is rampant today.

I am thankful that I’ve had enough to feed our children, but not appreciative of waste. My kids call me cheap, but I prefer to use the term frugal.