Complaining or siding with God?

We were taking two little boys to see the house we were building on the crest of a wooded ridge. As we turned onto the as yet unpaved road leading up the hill, one little boy cried out in disgust, "This awful dirt road!" The other one exclaimed in delight, "Look at the trees! Look at the trees!" Are we ever like the child who couldn't enjoy the beauty around him because he'd found something to complain about?

We're often unaware of how much complaining we do— whether to ourselves or to others. Once we get started, we usually keep it up, given the hypnotic nature of grumbling.

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Wayfarer
August 8, 1983
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