I am always praying to open my eyes and my heart that I might see the path that the Lord has chosen for me. I struggle with what is the path the Lord has chosen for me versus the path that I want to follow. I can not discern the words in my brain as his or mine. With that in mind, I have read a couple devotionals, heard a sermon, and had people talk to me about complaining. Do Not Complain! This has been coming at me from several directions lately, so I have perked up my ears. But, I don’t consider myself a big complainer. I have been frustrated over the new software that Plunder Designs have implemented, but other than grumbling a little, I have not really “complained.” So why would I keep getting this message thrown at me?
On the drive to Livingston, I was listening to the radio, and I had it on The Message station. I was loving listening to the inspirational songs when it occurred to me that the message I was getting might not have even been meant for me, maybe it was meant for YOU. I have asked the Lord to use my blog as his platform, to guide me in my topics. I am trusting in His voice, in is words.
November is going to be here in a couple of weeks. I know a lot of people have gratitude journals where they list something every day that they are grateful for. I have been thinking about this a lot lately. It is easy to say I am grateful for the members of my family. It is easy to say I am grateful for good health. One of the things I am most grateful for is the fact that the Lord sacrificed His son for us. He died for my sins, how can I complain?
The Lord provides for us all in different ways. Complaining is like telling the Lord he is not doing a good job. I am well fed. I have a roof over my head. I have a wonderful family. I am healthy. I am loved. There is a song that we sing in church that goes:
I trust You Lord to provide for me, and I trust You Lord that you have a path in mind for me. I know that our paths will not be problem or trouble free, but I trust that you will hold my hand through the worst storm.