I was listening to the radio on Friday when the song
'Life's been good to me so far'
by Eagles guitarist Joe Walsh came on.
Yeah, I was listening to old rock. It's a vice.
It's not one of my favorites, but I know it well enough
to sing along. This time though one line struck me.
Hard.
'I can't complain but sometimes I still do.'
Yep. That's me. Nice to meetcha.
I've been reading a few blogs lately, a new one in particular,
where the financial situation of the families blogged
about has brought my own life into sharp perspective.
'I can't complain but sometimes I still do.'
Even though I'm thankful Paul has a good, full-time job,
and is even in the process of a promotion,
I complain that he has to work overtime.
Even though I'm thankful we live in a beautiful, 3br, 2ba home,
I complain that there's never enough room.
Even though we drive a really nice van that's big enough
for our family (now and with room for expansion ;)
I complain that it's not the kind I wanted.
Even though I'm thankful Paul gets paid every week,
I complain because we usually live paycheck to paycheck.
(If we could stop being stupid with money this
wouldn't be an issue.)
Even though we have groceries and a beautiful home,
and nice clothes to wear,
I complain about having to cook, clean, and do laundry.
'I can't complain but sometimes I still do.'
But from now on I'm going to try to stop complaining
and start praising God for His faithfulness instead.
Maybe then I can appreciate what we DO have.
TTFN,
