Tonight at dinner, I was irritated with my dear husband for some petty matter. As he began to pray, I was rehearsing my complaints in my head once again. At once I was rebuked at my failure to practice what I’ve been instructing, and I laughed to myself at the irony of thanking God for the food while complaining inwardly about a selfish matter. I thanked the Lord for my husband, and the very specific ways that he shows his love for me and his children. Lee asked about my wry chuckle, so when I sat down to eat, I told him.
It was good medicine to explain to Lee how I was convicted of complaining thoughts, and how we were learning to replace complaining with thankfulness. I’ve not ever talked to my children about complaining thoughts, just complaining words, but they listened without interruption (a feat for at least one of my children).
This has been a good challenge.