When I consider complaining about the rain,
I will remember the ones starving in drought.
When I consider complaining about the traffic,
I will remember the ones who walk until their sandals wear thin.
When I stare blankly in my cabinets full of food and say, “there’s nothing to eat”,
I will remember that somewhere a mother is wondering what she will feed her kids tonight.
When I complain about the noise of my children,
I will remember the mother sitting by the silent body of her child in a hospital.
When I get frustrated that my house isn’t this or that enough,
I will remember the homeless who are grateful for a common shelter.
When I complain about my coworkers or my boss,
I will picture the mother or father in the unemployment line.
When I am sure my child’s school isn’t offering enough, or I complain about doing my school work,
I will consider the many that haven’t had the opportunity to have books or education.
As I judge how my neighbor should be different than they are,
I will remember the One who took me as I am.
