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The Swings of Contentment
A swing represents contentment to me. As a child on our farm in Ohio, summer afternoons would find me flat on my stomach on the porch swing, reading to my heart’s content.
But part of my contentment depended on the swing to keep swinging. That’s what a swing is for. To keep it going, I had to put one foot on the floor, make it go as fast as I could, then relax a few minutes till I had to do it again. My contentment required effort.
Alas, contentment, like a swing, sometimes seems to slow down or even come to a full stop.
What do we have to do to keep it going?
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