How to Stop Complaining When You're Tired of Your Own Life

People in Haiti eat cookies made of dirt. I looked it up. It's true. Real mud, mixed with salt and shortening, baked in the sun, because for some families that's more affordable than rice.

Hearing that destroyed me because I let myself actually picture what that day to day life looks like for a family that has no other option.

The point is gratitude, not guilt. Whatever we're complaining about, somebody else is dealing with something heavier, and that's meant to remind us how blessed we already are.

We're tired of sitting in traffic. Somewhere close by there's a person standing at a bus stop who would trade places with us right now. We're sick of our job. There are about 7.1 million people in this country without one who would take it tomorrow. We're frustrated with a spouse. There are roughly 117 million single adults in America who would love to have that problem.

What we're feeling is still real. But it puts things in order. Worship instead of worry. Hands on somebody else's situation instead of staring at our own.

There's a saying that if you complain, you remain. I want to say it better. Complaining keeps us circling the same mountain. Serving somebody moves us forward, even before our own situation changes.

So here's where I actually land, and I don't have a clean answer yet. If helping somebody is the move, who do I help first? There are so many people who need it, and I'm working through what that actually requires of me right now.

I don't know yet. But it starts with a phone call to somebody carrying something heavier than I am, and showing up.

We were built to be in community with each other. That's the whole point.

Some days I don't have this figured out. Today is one of those days, and that's allowed too.

Peace, Love and Joy always.
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