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Grumble. Complain. Some are good at it – even skilled in it. I remember a time when that was all I did. Nothing seemed to satisfy.
People listened, as if they had any choice. My voice was going to be heard. I felt justified in the grumbling. I was good at it. They offered advice. I didn’t want advice. I just wanted to vent. Life wasn’t fair. What kind of life is this? I didn’t ask for this. I blamed everyone. I blamed God.
He turned a deaf ear to my complaints and grumbling. The situation worsened with every syllable I spoke. I added sorrow to sorrow with my own hands – with my own lips.
This was how I learned why complaining hurts the heart.
Guard your steps when you go to the house of God. Go near to listen rather than to offer the sacrifice of fools, who do not know they do wrong. (Ecclesiastes 5:1)
The soul locked in a vice
The vice of grumbling
Try to pray
Complaints cry louder
Wonder why God doesn’t hear
Ushering others into our troubled world
Suffering grows stronger in companionship
Gratefulness yields peace
Thankfulness is the will of God
Yieldedness His pleasure
God is present in the praises of His people
What does complaining yield?
Do we not know we do wrong?
It is written
Guard your steps
Go near to listen
No room for complaints
Grumbling multiplies our hardship
Complaining turns our back on God
My heart hurt. My soul cried out in pain. I could not take it any more. I needed Him. I crumbled at His feet asking forgiveness. Lord! Help me. What can I do?
He said, “Thank Me in all circumstances. For this is My will for you.”
What? I can’t do that.
He said it again, “Thank Me in all circumstances. For this is My will for you.”
I said, “Sir! I don’t think I can do that.”
In the silence I knew the choice was mine.
With faltering lips and whispered words I mumbled my thanks. It didn’t feel right at first, but with my eyes turned in the right direction they became clear, my soul breathed a sigh of relief and my body relaxed in the words of praise.
[Tweet “Here at the corner of His Sovereignty and Love I found relief – I found freedom. I found Him.”]
The problem didn’t go away, my situation had not changed, but I was different. I changed. I looked at life differently. I accepted His purpose for me. I accepted His will. My yielded heart is His to keep. My lips will ever praise Him. My times are in His hands.