After months of phone calls and getting the run around I finally find out that Miles wheelchair lift is going to be paid for ($2,500) and I thank the Lord for the wonderful blessing and then with my next breath I’m complaining about having to get tonight ready for Life Group. How wicked is that?
After watching a movie about the Holocaust and seeing their suffering I complain because Joey has grown out of his new jeans again and I “have” to buy him more jeans again.
Compared to 99% of the world I don’t even know what it means to suffer. I don’t know what it means to be without. I have no reason to complain. I should be the happiest person on the planet. The thing is that I am happy, but I get riled up about the smallest of things. To complain about having to go grocery shopping is so ungrateful. I should be so thankful for the money in my wallet and the blessing to get to feed my family. How many people in this world can go weekly to the store with money to buy all the food their family needs? To whine about having to pick up the kids from school is terrible. What if I had to walk every where I wanted to go? What if I had to ask for rides?
Why in the world would I complain because a bunch of people that I really like are coming over to my house to eat, have fun together and talk about Jesus? Is it really that hard? Is it really such a sacrifice? I think not. It’s fun. I have to do thirty minutes of house work that I would do if they were coming or not.
Forgive me Lord for being such a brat. I’m thankful for you and everything you do for me. I do not want to grieve you with my complaining heart. Again, Lord wash me clean and I choose to have a thankful heart towards you and the people you’ve put in my life.