com-plain [kuh
m-pleyn]
to express dissatisfaction, pain, uneasiness, censure, resentment, or grief; find fault
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I called my daughter on the carpet last night and confronted her about a complaining attitude, only to have God gently poke me on the shoulder this morning and tell me to heed my own words. Ow.
My daughter’s not so thrilled with her part-time job and says something about it just about every time she’s about to go there and work. This week it was getting old to me. I told her if she was that unhappy with it to just quit, but that she also wouldn’t have a job, or an income, or gas money, or spending money. I reminded her that there are many less-appealing jobs she could have and to be thankful. She knows all this stuff but I felt a reminder was in order.
I was thinking more about it as John and I finished our jog/walk this morning in quietness, as the dark blue sky began to lighten and the twinkling stars began to fade out of sight. The Bible tells us that every good thing comes from God, the Father of light, who never changes like shifting shadows do. What He gives is good! So, when my daughter complains about her job, in a way she’s saying, “I don’t like your gift,” or “it’s not good enough” or “I wish you had given me something different.” We wouldn’t say that to a friend or someone in our family who had just given us a gift – it would be hurtful and ungrateful. When we complain – an ungrateful attitude is lurking and showing itself.
I looked up the word complain on dictionary.com and found it interesting that the first definition is to “express dissatisfaction.” Continue reading

The last few nights I’ve slept restlessly. I don’t know if it’s because our mattress is on the floor right now (we threw out our box springs in the bed bug fiasco this summer), if I’m thinking about a lot of things, or what.
So true! We tend to be goal-oriented, task-driven people focused on the end of the race as our goal when our goal should really be all the stuff in between, the day to day running, the pressing on, the scenery along that day’s path, the little moments when we see our big God at work in and through us.
I know when I’ve turned in projects or worked on something important on a job, something that would be printed and sent to hundreds of people, I was glad to let the spell-check correct me. It was a handy little helper. The Holy Spirit is so much more than that, filling so many roles in my life: counselor, advocate, intercessor, helper, companion. I guess I need to pay better attention to Him as teacher/reminder so I’ll catch those helpful “red lines” from God, keeping me on track and in check, especially since I’m representing him to everyone with whom I talk or interact. If I remember He’s living in my heart and mind all the time and I don’t have to click on “Holy Spirit check”, there will be a lot fewer verbal and behavioral typos.