Lent has come!
This means that we will be eating a whole lot more veggies, and also that we have been in our home for a year. So far, we have...
Tiled the bathroom floors
Removed the busted shower doors
deep cleaned the existing tiled floors
Replaced the busted windows
Sealed the busted baseboards
Replaced the scary washer and dryer
Paved the complex (HOA fees going to work!)
Painted the exterior of the building (Again, Thanks HOA!)
Installed the appropriate number of fire and CO detectors.
Created a child
What a year. Listing the projects still to be done would take away from the glory of the done list, so that information will stay internal.
Again, lent is here. This year I have again decided to give up complaining. While thinking about this, I wonder what it is about us (I'm running on the assumption that others struggle with complaining as much as I do) as humans that cause complaining. Is it a drive to always want to better ourselves? To always want the best? Or is it purely sinful, and simply a surefire way to reduce joy in our lives? One of the reasons I give up complaining is because I usually get slapped pretty hard in the face immediately following a "venting" session. While wondering why our grocery budget is so tight, and why we can't go out to eat more often, I'll see a homeless person camped outside of Sprouts for the night. While on the way to the mall, bitterly wondering if I'll find some "much needed" cloths that I can afford, I'll pass by a handful of people on street corners with signs.
Life is not fair. It is not fair that others have more than I do, and that the rest have less. But this life isn't supposed to be fair. The next one is.
As a Christian, I believe that the world in which we live is a journey, not a destination. When we work hard every day, we should not expect to see the reward in our lifetime, it will come after death. When thinking this way it makes sense why some people do very little work in their life, and seem to be rewarded time and time again, while others work until they have nothing left, and seemingly can't get ahead.
The other hint we have that this life does not contain the ultimate reward is found in the saying, "Money can't buy happiness." If it did, the rich wouldn't be in rehab, wouldn't end their lives prematurely, and would obviously never be depressed. We do see this happen though, and quite often among the super rich celebrities. If gaining in wealth and success were the rewards of good deeds, it would not only happen to the right people, but those people would be perfectly happy as well.
I don't want to complain, because I have been given exactly what I need in life. Not only that, but really, truly, and comparatively, I have so much! I have a beautiful home, a beautiful family, and friends that care about me. I eat everyday. I have a car, cloths, and even jewelry. Complaining is saying that what I have isn't good enough.
What I have is more than enough for the journey I'm on. I just pray that I make it to the destination I desire.