'I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.'

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,