This is what I’m reading now.
As sad as it is, I seriously need the reminder. To be grateful. For the big things, definitely… my relationship with Him, my marriage, my children.
But to be grateful also for all the little things that He’s blessed me with, those that usually go completely unnoticed. The safety of our home. A full refrigerator. Electricity and a warm shower. Clean sheets.
And I’m becoming aware of the grumbling, whining attitude that creeps into my heart during the day, especially when I don’t take notice of all that I do have.
When the sheets I just changed the day before need changing. Again.
When five small slippery children need bathing, rinsing, lotioning, drying and dressing.
When the stairs need vacuuming (because I really, really dislike vacuuming the stairs).
When the doorbell is ringing and the dogs are barking and the kids are screaming.
I could go on and on, but I’m guessing you get the picture. There are way too many times during the day that I fail to count my blessings. From the biggest down to the smallest.
If you’re anything like me, when you read the Old Testament you were floored by the Israelites. And how they griped and complained all the time. How they were never satisfied. And how they focused on all they didn’t have instead of the fact that God was in their midst, supplying their every need and leading them to the promised land.
I’m beginning to realize they’re not the only big whiney babies that ever lived.