I CAN'T COMPLAIN

There are people who complain all the time, for any reason. They complain because it is too hot. Then they complain because winter has arrived and the summer didn't last forever. They complain when they find gray hairs and wrinkles, instead of being grateful they lived long enough to accumulate them. They complain because they can’t afford the things and gadgets that everyone else has; and then complain because they have too much stuff and can’t find anywhere to put it. They complain because their houses are too small, buy bigger houses and then complain because there is no time to clean all the rooms, and the upkeep is expensive.

It seems, at times, that people complain just because they feel there is something wrong with being happy and contented with their lives. I have heard the comment that to be satisfied with what you have, is to stagnate. Some people think they need to be constantly on the move, on the lookout for something new and better.

I have also known many people, usually elderly, who never complain. When asked how they are doing, their responses have the same underlying theme.

“My old bones are aching from the change in the weather, but I can’t complain. Farmers need the rain; crops have been looking poorly.”

“My eyesight isn’t what it used to be, but I can’t complain. I can still see well enough to make out what a beauty my newest great-grandchild is.”

“I don’t have the looks or stamina that I had in my youth, but I can’t complain; longevity is a blessing.”

“I have to be careful of what I eat now, but I can’t complain; at least what I can eat still tastes good.”

“I had to hire a man to fix the porch railings with money I couldn’t really afford to spend. Social Security only goes so far. But I can’t complain. We raised four children here. The house has seen its better days, and it’s a little shabby, but comfortable like an old friend.”

“I can’t complain. God has been good to me.”

I want to be a person who, when asked how I am, responds, “I can’t complain. God is in control and life is good. ”

I may not get everything I want, but what I have is enough. My husband and I disagree at times, but he loves and cares for me all the time. Neither of us is perfect. Life hasn’t always been smooth sailing, but my blessings far outweigh the pain. I have children and grandchildren and I can see their smiles and the beauty inside them, which is far more important.

I definitely don’t have the stamina or looks of my youth, but it doesn’t matter. My health isn’t what it was when I was eighteen, but it could be worse. I gained wisdom and confidence with the passing of years. I learned how to relax and enjoy the moment instead of racing toward the next experience. I finally realized contentment comes from within; to be happy with what is. My faith has grown to where I believe everything that I have, that I experience, is a blessing from God. I am truly thankful.

God is good to me. I woke up this morning to a new day. I am still breathing, still moving, still feeling. I can’t complain.