Complaining

[BeauJangles]

Just now, unworthyservant said:

What are you sorry for?

Well, I don't intentionally wanna mess with your head, or the thread either. Really though, some laughter about things can be considered good medicine, or so it's said. 

 

Proverbs 17:22 ²²A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones

[Sower]

35 minutes ago, bropro said:

I was walking through the VA hospital here in KC complaining about the pain in my knees, then I walked by another veteran in a wheel chair that had no legs or knees. I began to praise and thank God that at least I had knees that would hurt. This is a true event.

Gary

The VA hospital.  After it's all over, whats left of those who paid the price.
Whenever I leave our Veterans hospital here in San Antonio Texas, Military City USA,
I am overwhelmed with a quiet thankfulness that I'm able to leave on my own two feet.
No meds, no prescriptions, no gurney or crutches or wheelchair. 
Perspective. It's the little things.

 

 

[Debp]

2 hours ago, unworthyservant said:

"I once complained to God that I had no shoes. That's when He showed me a man with no feet!"

I saw this man several years ago, never have forgotten this.   Once in a while, he comes to my mind. 

He rode by me on a skateboard....his only means of transport.   He had no legs at all....no thighs even.   The bottom part of him where one would normally sit was taped up all over with heavy duty silver tape!   And there he went riding by me on the sidewalk, on that skateboard.

He was on one of the poorer streets so I imagine he must live in one of those "hotels" that just rent out cheap rooms.   So maybe say a prayer for him....

 

[missmuffet]

4 hours ago, unworthyservant said:

"I once complained to God that I had no shoes. That's when He showed me a man with no feet!"

Interesting. 

[Blood Bought 1953]

 

The vast majority of us have no idea what  a bad day is.......

[bropro]

10 hours ago, Sower said:

The VA hospital.  After it's all over, whats left of those who paid the price.
Whenever I leave our Veterans hospital here in San Antonio Texas, Military City USA,
I am overwhelmed with a quiet thankfulness that I'm able to leave on my own two feet.
No meds, no prescriptions, no gurney or crutches or wheelchair. 
Perspective. It's the little things.

 

 

You are right about that. It's all about perspective. As Christians, we have everything to be thankful for, because even in the worst of times God still has his best interests in store for us;

"in everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning us."

Gary

[bropro]

10 hours ago, PromisesPromises! said:

I know I can't be the only one who ever heard this as a kid.... "You'd better hush, or I'll give you something to REALLY complain about!"  

Yes, bropro... we don't have to look far to realize how greatly blessed we are!  \o/

You're right about that. All we have to do is turn on the news to see how blessed we are as Christians.

Gary

[Neighbor]

22 hours ago, unworthyservant said:

"I once complained to God that I had no shoes. That's when He showed me a man with no feet!"

A man with half a foot  was challenged as having an unfair advantage  when he broke the kicking distance record as a NFL field goal kicker. (63 yards Tom Dempsey).

Remember which team owner complained? Or the rule change afterward?

 

[unworthyservant]

5 minutes ago, Neighbor said:

A man with half a foot  was challenged as having an unfair advantage  when he broke the kicking distance record as a NFL field goal kicker. (63 yards Tom Dempsey).

Remember which team owner complained? Or the rule change afterward?

 

I remember the kick. I believe he was with New Orleans. I remember seeing it on the news but didn't know that anyone complained or that there was a rule change. Don't follow those kind of things very closely. 

[Pekoudah]

On 8/19/2019 at 9:58 PM, BeauJangles said:

I take it the poem, "Footprints in the Sand" will have very little place in this thread.  

Or this one...

 

Butt Prints In The Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."

"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."

"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."

"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."