Thank God, I don’t live in Iraq…or Mexico, or Central America.
Thank God, I live in relative peace, freedom, and safety.
Thank God, the only invaders I have to worry about are rats and raccoons.
Thank God, my decisions about food come down to whether I shop at Wal Mart or Safeway.
Thank God, the only thing threatening my child’s safety is when he refuses to wear his skateboard helmet.
Thank God, I have access to excellent medical care and chances are I’ll never need care for a bullet wound or bomb damage.
Thank God, with all the bad news in the world, I can just turn off the computer and it all goes away.
Thank God, I can thank God for who I believe Him to be and the worst thing that will probably happen is that someone won’t like me.
Yes, thank God.
Except I don’t.
Thankfulness is not an attribute that I’ve developed to the fullest.
However, if complaining were a spiritual discipline, I’d be the next pope.
There are some legitimate complaints…financial issues and health problems of my own and others, emotional wounds, and needs unmet at home and all about me.
God hears all about those when I bother to talk to Him at all….and that’s usually why I bother.
I withhold thankfulness until proper address of my grievances.
Besides, it’s hard to have an attitude of gratitude when the internet is so damn slow this morning and the coons ate all my cat food.
Surely, you understand.
I know you do.
Thank God, His mercies are new every morning because only His mercy can cover such sin.
Thank God for the grace that allows me to change my attitude today.
Thank God, He’s given me a place of comfort and security to pray for the children on the border and the brethren in Iraq.
Thank God…I probably should.
Make your own application…