Complaining

There are days when it seems like complain about every little thing.  I act as if I am not extremely blessed.  I know that I am, but I get caught up in comparing what I have to what others have and I feel inadequate.  I know I shouldn’t, but honestly, we all are guilty of that in some fashion.  It seems like there is always a competition to see who can get the biggest and the baddest things.  I don’t live in a fancy house.  In fact, I live in a double wide mobile home.  Not exactly what some would consider quality living.  But you know what, it’s mine and it is a roof over my head.  And of this moment, I will not be let myself feel bad or less than when I tell people where I live.

I don’t drive a tricked out vehicle.  I don’t wear name brand clothes or shoes and I am not blinged out with jewelry.   Don’t get me wrong.  I like nice things, and I try not to let them define me or my quality of life, but there are days when I get caught up.  However, as of today, I am going to try my best not to gripe and complain and compare my success to others because I live a truly blessed life.  Even though I don’t have as much as others, I am more fortunate than many others and I’m sure those who have less than I do would love to have the things I have.

I was moved as I watched a video about a homeless man seeking change and the little change he did get, he turned around and used it to bless someone else.  I find myself turning my nose up at homeless people who are on the corner with signs, saying if I can get out and work so can they, even if it is just flipping burgers somewhere.  I’m quick to judge when I do not even know their circumstance.  Even if they are just out to con me (and honestly how can we tell the difference) I will be blessed for helping them because I did it from the goodness of my heart and it is what God would have me to do.  If they are up to no good, that is something they will have to take up with God.  I just need to do my part to be a blessing because I have been so extremely blessed.  But for the grace of God that could be me on the street corner with a sign.

Lord forgive me for not recognizing everything as they blessings they are.  I am often ungrateful when I have no reason to be.  Help me to have a more loving and helpful heart and spirit and open my eyes fully to the needs of others so that I may be able to help others when they need it.

If you find yourself in this same place, why not join me in my journey to complain less and bless more?