My daughter used to regularly say “This was the worst day of my life!” That is, until she had the worst day of her 8-year old life. A bout of gastritis has helped to put that definition into clear perspective. The following day she said “Mom, this was the best day of my life, for the first time ever!”
It seems as I get older, I have a decreasing ability to listen to people gripe about life. I’m tired of people complaining about how hard they work everyday. I want to know about the differences they are making. I care about results, not efforts.
After all, everybody tries and everybody works hard.
Don’t come to me complaining about all the things that are wrong with the world, unless you are doing things to make it better.
Don’t come to me with problems, and not be willing to discuss solutions. I’ve attended my share of pity parties. I won’t let myself be stuck at a bad party.
If you tell me how the grass is greener everywhere else, I will tell you to start caring for your lawn.
If you tell me how bad your life is, I will tell you about people who have it worse.
If you cry to me about the worst day of your life, I will tell about those who have never known a good day even close to your bad.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to have a bad day. I have them, too. Thankfully, days end and the sun will rise again.
Get up, brush yourself off, and move on.
The world is full of people standing still, watching it turn. I am not one of them. Live it and be happy, or change it. Lead, follow, or get out of the way. Don’t stand around and complain, crying victim to the circumstances around you.
God did not put me here to complain about what He didn’t give me, when I am surrounded by gifts that He did.
It doesn’t matter if you see your life as half empty, or half full.
It is about what God put you on this earth to do. He’s not asking how you feel about it.