Last week I went on vacation with my family. On our way there it rained for nearly the entire drive, all seven hours of it. And it wasn't just a light sprinkling rain either. It was one of those "downpour so thick your windshield wipers have to be on high just to see the car in front of you" type rains.
So naturally, being the driver, I voiced my displeasure at the rain, the blurry roadways and the driving conditions in general.
On the return trip from our vacation it was sunny for the entire drive back. And it wasn't a nice light sunny with an occasional cloud mixed in. It was one of those "so consistently bright and sunny your eyes start to hurt" type of sunny days.
So naturally, being the driver, I voiced my displeasure at the sun, the brightness and my hurting eyes.
I wish this was made up. But it's true. I can (and do) complain about nearly anything.
What is up with that?
For me it comes down to my attitude. My gratefulness (or lack thereof) regarding life. I would love to be able to say: "... I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content." (Philippians 4:11 ESV) But at this point in my life I can't, or at least I choose not to.
How about you? How content are you?
I think the amount you complain serves as a gauge for how content you are. What's your complain-o-meter saying?
Note: These are some starting thoughts for a sermon I'll be delivering on this subject the Sunday after Thanksgiving (November 27th), 11am at Pekin Bible Church. I'd love for you to join me there!