grumbling

A few nights ago, I had decided that my life was pretty pathetic. Yeah, I was really bummed. Don't ask me why. I guess it was just one of those days when you let your guard down and Satan comes marching in. I vocally ranted and raved to my poor family--complaining about everything from "I need a job" to "I'm dying without a car" to "My wardrobe stinks". It was a real humdinger. I can just imagine my silly voice whining away like the mice on Cinderella. Ach!

That night as I attempted to sleep these poor, pitiful thoughts continued to roll through my mind. In vain I strived to relax and let go of it all. And then...enlightenment! I remembered back to last year when I had researched the life of Martin Luther. I had read then that this great reformer had many times gone into severe depressions, seemingly worried about everything under the sun. His resourceful wife, Katherine Von Bora had put on mourning clothes and a vale. She put a handkerchief to her eyes and wept sorrowfully. When doctor Luther came home that day, he naturally asked her why she was so sad and she replied with something like this:

"I am sad for the good God in heaven has died!"

The dear doctor got the point and so did I. If I may quote a movie: "God is in His heaven, all is well with he world." So why are we complaining??? We have every reason to be joyful in every curcumstance of our lives!