No, I’m not referring to a language barrier in this post, but rather what is coming out of our mouths.
It is strange to think about…the time in life we literally waste whining about such little mindless things that bother us or may inconvenience us a bit. For example, if I look back through, let’s say, my last 24 hours at how many times I complained about something that isn’t even worth my focus, how much time did I actually waste? I’m talking about the little things that I allow to occupy my thoughts, waste my time, and just rile me up because, I guess my imagination is so good that it can take something minuscule in the scheme of life and blow it up to something that frustrates me to the point where I obviously believe that I have the right to complain and throw my little fit. You know those apparently “life shattering” moments such as when the weather turns cold and you are freezing as you walk home after a good night with some friends, when the free internet at a cafe is slow or takes a little time to start working, when the bus runs a little late, when the to do list isn’t finished at the end of the day because of interruptions, when the cost of groceries just went up, or even when we are asked to do something that we just don’t want to do. Life just seems unfair.
Sad perception isn’t it? But even sadder is that others are hearing us complain and whine about these little things? What are we saying? What are they hearing?
I just started reading Radical by David Platt. And as I read the following excerpt I was hit with the truth and greatness of this…“For the sake of more than a billion people today who have yet to even hear the gospel, I want to risk it all. For the sake of twenty-six thousand children who will die today of starvation or a preventable disease, I want to risk it all…For the sake of my life, my family, and the people who surround me, I want to risk it all.”
May this be what we say, what we declare.
You see, I want to declare truth, use my words and my life to serve and edify. And so the complaining and whining about the little things that disrupt my life need to be replaced with thankfulness and an appreciation for what I do have. For there are many who are without, who are merely surviving, and I want to live a life that gives and doesn’t expect. May my mouth declare my passion for God and HIS greatness, not mindless complaints that tend to occupy my speech. I will appreciate life and give all I can.
I want to risk it all.
HE is worth it.
You are worth it.
They are worth it.
That’s what I’m saying. That’s how I’m living.