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Stop Complaining

 Sunday at church my pastor said something that I find myself still thinking about today. He said. "We are the God of our stories." I love that statement. It actually reminded me of a quote that I always loved stating that it's never to late to have the childhood you wanted. We often spend so much time dwelling on all of the bad things that have happened to us, all the things we wish we had done and all the negatives in our life, that we get stuck. We forget or take for granted all of the positive and good things in our life. We need to focus on the good things in our lives, and the good in ourselves.                                                                

He went on to say that many things we'll understand about life, and many things we won't understand about life. But, we need to quit complaining about every little thing and begin to live. In fact, he challenged us to go 21 days without complaining. He said he found himself complaining about things like his back hurting, fingers being sore from learning how to play the guitar, and even the pig on the Geico commercial squealing wee as he rolls down the hill.

I found myself when I walked out of church ready to complain about my hair, my allergies, and my feet hurting from my heels. But, I stopped myself and thought, at least I have hair, I'm able to go outdoors, so what if there's some sneezing involved, and I'm thankful I have feet to hurt. So what do I really have to  complain about?  Therefore, I'm taking on the challenge - who knows, I might be complaining about the challenge before 21 days is up.


A famous World War I pilot, Eddie Rickenbaker, once drifted in a life raft for about 21 days in Pacific Ocean lost. He survived the ordeal  - When Eddie was finally rescued he said, “For the rest of my life, if I have a roof over my head and food, I will never complain about anything.”

I felt sorry for myself because I had no shoes -- until I met a man who had no feet.
Jewish Proverb
If I were to say, ''God, why me?'' about the bad things, then I should have said, ''God, why me?'' about the good things that happened in my life.
Arthur Ashe

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