See how easy it is? There are those of us given over to complaining, and I am chief among them. I can complain about anything, and I often complain about everything. Why this and not that? Why then and not now? Why me and not them? I’m also hypocritical about it. Whenever I am unlucky enough to be forced to endure someone else expressing their discontent, I find myself thinking, “You really do complain a lot.” It is Aristotle who said, “We are what we do repeatedly.” What does that make me? I’ve wasted so much time and missed some of the greatest moments because I was complaining.
Complaining is rooted in dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction is rooted in pride. Complaining is also a distant cousin of worry, which I love to do. I’ve been dissatisfied with my body, my job, my living arrangement, my commute. Why was I dissatisfied? Because I was of the opinion, at that time, that I should have more. That I should have been further along. I recently moved here to Phoenix. I have a family that loves me, my health, a roof over my head, reliable transportation, and a stable job, all of which are an absolute blessing.
I decided this time I am not going to miss it. I will not spend my time focusing on the wrong things. God has blessed me with so much, and I have been one ungrateful woman. 1 Thessalonians 5:18, “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ concerning you.” If God wanted me to have more, I’d have more; and if He wanted me to have less, I’d have less. I want to be the kind of woman who can make it work without complaining—whatever it is.
I still slip-back into it. The other day I was standing in the kitchen praying, which was actually me protesting, asking the Lord why this and why that. I then stopped myself and instead started to thank Him. Think of it: me an altogether unworthy, small, inconsequential, sinner remonstrating a holy God who is all powerful, all mighty, creator of all things, and perfect. Is not the idea ludicrous?
God created me to praise him. That is my purpose. If I were to calculate the amount of time I’ve spent complaining and compare it to the amount of time I’ve spent praising, I would probably fall out of my seat from embarrassment.
Years ago, my mother had my sister and I memorize Psalm 100. I did memorize it, but all these years, I’d neglected to live by it. I leave it with you now.
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise; be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.
In all things give thanks,