Quick. Please go look in your medicine cabinet and reassure me that I am not alone. You can do that if you can answer yes to any of these questions:

Are there more boxes of expired OTC meds than those still in date?
Did you find multiple hair products whose containers are clearly old yet the contents are mostly full?

Seriously, y’all. Last week I awoke to find some “used” Halls cough drops, along with their shredded wrappers and “mouse dirt” in the bathroom sink. { Note: I am choosing to call it mouse dirt, because of the piece of Zest soap I also found. Clearly, the mouse was dirty, and the resulting brown stuff means he took a bath. } His bath leftovers led me to open the cabinet doors beneath. Oh. Sweet. Mercy.

Can I tell you that I did not find one single OTC med package that was in date? I also found two prescription bottles that said “Take as directed until finished,” and both still contained pills. Evidently on a rare occasion we get desperate, take a dose or two, and then in the cabinet it goes. I also found Calmeze, Melatonin, and Night Time Herbs. These are obviously for Brad’s insomnia. Clearly he took the same approach with these, as in one of them was not even opened, but already out-of-date.  In addition to meds, I found 10, yes 10, hair products guaranteed to do volumize, moisturize, lengthen-ize, and beauty-ize my hair. They all looked as if I had tried them one time, decided they didn’t work, and so they were relegated along with the sleep aids to UTC { Under the Cabinet } status.

And all this got me to thinking…

They say you can look in someone’s medicine cabinet, and it will tell you a lot about who they are. Ummmm, I’m not liking where this is headed because my medicine cabinet might suggest I’ve got little use for things that don’t work immediately or fix completely and permanently. And although I don’t want that to be true, I’m afraid it sometimes is. I’m sometimes guilty of wanting things done my way and on my time schedule – no waiting and no hard work required. The only problem is that when I don’t get immediately, completely, and permanently… which I never do, and you won’t either… I’m just digging the hole of discontent deeper and creating a false sense of urgency for things that don’t really matter.

But here’s what I’m learning: Deep discontent is a symptom of shallow salvation. How do I know this? Because I’m discontent about what I have, not about what others are missing. Because I’m discontent about what I want, not about what others will die without. Because I’m discontent about waiting too long, not about what others have no hope for ever.

Is it enough that Jesus died and that He died for me? If it is, I won’t suffer from shallow salvation. I’ll know Him, and I’ll make Him known.