Nearly every day, I am bombarded with a wide array of opinions on the subject. Every 10 minutes of TV programming is punctuated with an attractive list of products that could improve my life and make me happy. The ads tend to say I need just a little bit more. Scattered throughout my day, I am also made keenly aware of the needs of others. By either physical contact with those in need, a solicitation in the mail, or a reminder from my pastor of a world that lives on pennies a day, I understand that I have been immensely blessed.
I heard a radio report back in the spring about a player that would be drafted in the top five of the NFL draft. I understand that this a 21-year-old kid, but I thought his comments were enlightening. He was asked if he cared which team would draft him. He said “no” – that he didn’t care. Very mature. He went on to say he just wanted to make enough money to “take care of his family.” I kid you not. Here was a guy who was about to sign a contract in excess of $10 million, and he was just hoping he and his agent could negotiate enough millions to eke out a livable wage to support the wife and kids. Obviously his “enough” has a lot of zeroes at the end of it.
I also heard someone recently talk about how he and his family had determined a dollar amount. Yep, they had actually determined what was going to be enough for them. And they had committed as a family that anything they received beyond that number they would give away. I don’t know how large or small their number was, or how they calculated it, but it made me ask myself, do I have a limit? If a long-lost relative died and left me millions, would I hoard it, or use it to meet the needs of the world around me? If my employer suddenly tripled my salary, would I just assume I deserved it all? Or would I see it as a clear sign that I was being placed in a position to do something more significant for people and organizations in need?
Have you stopped to determine what your “enough” would be? Are you content with what you have been given, or are you constantly seeking more? Do you own your stuff, or is your stuff owning you? I would love to hear your thoughts.