How satisfied are we? or How are we satisfied?

Why do you work for things that don't satisfy?
Listen to me...

It's a paraphrase of Isaiah 55:2. 
Makes me wonder...
How satisfied am I at the end of the day or week or project or unit or semester?  How satisfied am I with my accomplishments?

What does it take to satisfy me? 

Do I let work mask another, unsatisfied part of me --
a part that work cannot address because it has nothing to do with work. 

Do I find the daily grind unsatisfying? 
Am I unsatisfied with the way I replied when asked a question? 
With the particular things in the pile on my desk or the list or my daily planner? 
Or the routine?  Or the unwanted feedback?  Or the embarrassment, or failure? 

But what if I am satisfied? 
Enjoying my life.
Filling my time with activities that remind me I am competent and in control,
activities that make up for other areas of my life where just the opposite is true.

Satisfied for now with what feels good, looks good. 
Telling myself this is satisfying enough; if only things would stay this way.
When life is good, there's always the chance that it could be better, isn't there? 

What if I hear this question as a time to ask what it was all for, what difference it made?

What if I listen
To God   
About what satisfies? 

As if He knew
something about that
that I don't.

Or just because
He asks me to
listen.

Would I hear  
how deep satisfaction can really be,
even better than I've ever hoped for?

Why do you work for things that don't satisfy?
The question implies a life that is much better than I've settled for, for sure.

But accepting a free handout, even from God, 
sounds beneath us somehow, I think. 
Could we be holding on to a twisted impression?

What if, in truth, accepting brings satisfaction far above
anything we could get by working?

What if we were to hear God's question as an invitation?
Good instinct...
because the next word texted from God in Isaiah 55 is
Come.

"Much Grace,"
Pastor Shirley