"Really, that's more than enough."The last time I said that someone was dishing creamed spinach onto my plate. I really don't like creamed spinach. Really.
But beyond that last episode, when did I last say, with all sincerity, "No, really, that's more than enough."
I worry about my own acquisitiveness; my desire for more without any real insight into what I truly need more of and why I might need more of it. Do I need more free time? more exercise? more retirement savings? more clothes? If those blessings fell into my hands today, would I be more content? A better neighbor? More able to contribute to the well being of another?
What exactly do I want more for? Who will that more serve?
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