A pair of pants, 2 shirts, a dress, a jacket and rice

Some people would call my parenting extreme. I would agree. This morning I took extreme measures with a lovely adorable little lady living under my roof. You see it seems this little one is suffering from an extreme case of discontentment and ingratitude. She has been of lately very picky about foods, clothing, etc. So this morning I took extreme measures. I feel very much that it is my duty to help her root out the wee roots of discontentment while she is young and under my authority.
So today she is eating plain rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I also weeded through her wardrobe and left her with a pair of pants, 2 shirts, a dress, and a jacket.
The Bible teaches us that "godliness with contentment in great gain" and we also see a wonderful example of the Apostle Paul, who, while in a cold, dark, wet prison wrote these words "I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content,". If my little one is having trouble being content with a closet full of clothing and foods which abound in quality, quantity and variety, then how will she fair as God calls her to be content with much bigger things in life?

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