I do complain. I do. I’m one of the worst.
Do all things without grumbling or questioning.
I don’t always follow that command. But I do when it comes to Lily. You won’t hear me complaining about Lily. Slap me in the face if you ever do. Seriously.
She is a gift. For a reason that has nothing to do with anything I have done, the Lord decided to give her to Brent and me. Did He have to? Absolutely not. He chose to.
The Lord fearfully and wonderfully made Lily. She is a precious gift. May the gratitude never wear away. I don’t complain because I have no reason to. The job is tough, yes. But never tough enough to be worthy of my complaints.
I think the same thing can be said for marriage. You won’t hear me tearing down Brent or complaining about him. Again, slap me if I ever do. I want to protect his reputation. I want others to think highly of him as I do. Like Lily, he is a gift from God. To complain even in the slightest thing is to show God that I don’t appreciate His gift.
I want my life and my attitude to show my grateful heart for His blessings. I will have reason to complain when I have nothing left to be thankful for. Regardless of how difficult, stressful, weary, painful this life may be, I will always have at least one thing to be thankful for–I was once far off and have been brought near.
Today was definitely a bad case of the Mondays. I have to remember that a rough day with my loved ones is far greater than my best day without them. I choose to not complain about my rough days.
Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.