I've wandered through this day deliriously tired and also extremely frustrated. And full of complaining. I didn't think it was that bad until I listed to Joyce Meyer talk about it as I waited in the pick up line this afternoon. Complaining is sin. And it causes me to focus on what's wrong instead of all the right that God is doing. I complain and I murmur and I stop the power of God in my life.
Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may be blameless and pure, children of God without blemish though you live in a crooked and perverse society, in which you shine as lights in the world (Philippians 2:14, 15 NET)
I can't shine if I'm complaining. I can't focus on God's best either.
I've been in this odd season, knowing that I need to rest and hearing God say it outright. And then it has been forced in a way. I thought ankle sprains were minor issues, but they aren't and they have a way of completely changing your routine. That has been hard.
Tonight we read from Jesus Calling to the kids. Today's reading was titled, "You can tell me." Venting to God is good, but complaining to others is not. I need to be faith filled as I speak of what's troubling me, and as I pray for things in my life I need to make sure that what I'm saying to others matches what I've been praying to God. "Pray and say." At least that's what Joyce says.
And that, my friends, can be hard. But if want my prayers to be effective (who doesn't?) and if I want my words to count I better make sure they'e positive. My dad always says "speak life." He's right. Life and death do hang on the power of the tongue. I better start choosing my words wisely.
And then I remember that God is gracious when I mess up, even on a complaining and cranky day. His grace does not depend on the amount of sleep I've had the night before, or the amount of good things that come out of my mouth. His grace is a gift. It beckons me to come before him. To pour out my frustrations and gain his perspective.
Tonight I receive that grace like a weary traveler receives the warm embrace of home. And I will sleep in peace because of it.
And tomorrow? His mercies are new.