Last week, just prior to taking a business trip, a friend shared an article from the New York Times entitled The Microcomplaint: Nothing Too Small to Complain About.
It really challenged me to examine my heart. Do I have a posture of complaint or of gratitude? As I boarded the plane, I decided to adopt an attitude of gratitude and compassion, which is not necessarily easy when you are sitting next to a baby for 5 hours. However, God took that opportunity to show me something amazing– a compassionate grandmother flying with her baby grandson, whom she had cared for for a month so her daughter, a single-mother, could finish her senior year in college. I am grateful that that young mother chose life, that that grandmother is standing in the gap for her daughter, and that I had the opportunity to enjoy that beautiful boy for 5 hours (something I don’t get to do very often now that my kids are big). I wish I could say that I was completely grateful and wasn’t annoyed or tempted to complain during the flight about the fellow passenger who was painting her nails (which I am now microcomplaining about). I am, however, now convicted about ungodly habit of complaining. I have found this prayer by Samuel Pugh a helpful corrective for me:
Help Me Thanksgiving Day Prayer
O God, when I have food,
help me to remember the hungry;
When I have work,
help me to remember the jobless;
When I have a home,
help me to remember those who have no home at all;
When I am without pain,
help me to remember those who suffer,
help me to destroy my complacency;
bestir my compassion,
and be concerned enough to help;
By word and deed,
those who cry out for what we take for granted.