Discontent

I have heated tiles in my upstairs bathroom. Well, the heater vent does an amazing job of making the tiles very warm in the winter. My house is not very drafty, we can keep the heater at 66 degrees and, while wearing a sweater, stay plenty warm. My van has a "room" of it's own, I never have to scrape the ice or snow off. I never have to go out into the rain, wind or snow to get into my car. I have a great floor plan, I can see the kids from anywhere in our main area. I have beautiful wooden floors and a working fireplace. My main living area is bright and open with nice looking cabinets and appliances in the kitchen. I can watch the children while they play outside because of the many large windows facing the yard. The yard is fenced and is small enough to see what the kids are doing. Our deck is so nice and large, it's like an extra room in the warm weather. I love quaking aspens and God was sure to have several in my yard. I have a nicely sized  bedroom which is on the same level as my children's rooms so that I can hear them if (when) they call in the night. My laundry area is right by the bedrooms, I don't have to carry laundry all over the house. I live within walking distance to the train station yet not too close to be bothered by the noise. A small neighborhood park is right down the street. I live within two miles of the library and a tree filled park with five playgrounds. A fairly nice grocery store is within a mile. Five minutes away is a delightful nature trail, 20 minutes away are incredible mountains.

And I keep telling God I'm ready to move. And I keep complaining about my neighborhood. And I keep pining for life in a more rural area with less people. And I keep wishing I had an older house, one with more character (and more drafts I'm sure). And I keep dreaming of a larger yard, one with more trees. And I keep coveting those houses by the mountains.

When will I stop and just enjoy all that God has given me?