|He thought it would be better if he ate the |
bread instead of the ducks!
My sister recently spent a few days in Savannah, GA. When she got home I was scrolling through the pictures she took and she took a picture of a church sign that said, "Spend your time counting your blessings, instead of airing your complaints." I love to complain and I'm not really sure why. It's not that I am an unhappy person, it just seems like I would rather tell somebody why I am upset or if something is bothering me rather than say something nice. Maybe it's because when I was a little kid whenever I would say something mean, my mother would say to me, "Now Emily, what does Thumper say?" And I would have to respond with, "If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all." So maybe I am just catching up on all the times I wasn't allowed to say something negative, but that's probably not it... even though I wish it were.
So anyway, I don't know if other people are like me or not, but complaining just comes so easily to me. (see the post below) Ever since seeing that picture, those words have been flitting in and out of my thoughts on a regular basis. I figure that maybe it's time I give it a try because it's clear to me that the picture was meant for my eyes. It's not that I don't recognize my blessings because I do. I just don't seem to verbalize my appreciation for them enough. I find myself at the end of the day when Walter is asleep and Justice is sleeping too and the house is quiet, silently thinking to myself how lucky I am. I think about how blessed I am to have a wonderful husband and a beautiful, healthy child, a family that loves me and that I love back so very, very much. I may not have everything my little materialistic heart desires, but I know I have what really matters. From this day on, I am going to start spending my time counting my blessings and NOT airing my complaints.