Count Your Blessings

It is so easy to go through life and complain about one thing after another, finding fault and grumbling. For some reason it seems easier to see the bad about something before we see the good.

Sometimes I stop and say to God, "Lord, we are just like little children. How do You put up with us?"

It is so much easier to find fault and to complain and murmur instead of looking up to the face of God and saying, "Lord I refuse to be part of this negativity that Satan is trying to lay on me. You give me good things and I want to be appreciative of what You're doing in my life."

Life is too short, too precious, too wonderful, too filled with the love of God for us to find fault and complain. Our span of life on earth is only for a moment, and then it goes on forever and ever in a state of perfection at our heavenly home. This discomfort and suffering is just for a short period of time compared to eternity.

Don't go to sleep tonight without settling this issue and finding peace that doing so will bring. Put your complaints on the cross of Christ, confessing them as sin, and thank Him for the fulness of life He has given you. When you feel like complaining, think of the benefits of your situation instead. God's Word is clear: "Thank (God) in everything — no matter what the circumstances may be, be thankful and give thanks; for this is the will of God for you who are in Christ Jesus, the Revealer and Mediator of that will" (I Thessalonians 5:18, TAB).

God loves you and wants to answer your prayer. Say this prayer with me:

Dear Father God, forgive my complaining attitude and my fault-finding words. I confess them as wrong before You, Who has given so much to me because of Your love and grace. I thank You in every circumstance You choose to send my way, and thank You for taking all the seemingly bad things and fitting them into a perfect plan for my good. In Jesus' Name, Amen.


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