“Do all things  without murmuring and complaining that you may be as stars in the midst of a crooked  and perverse generation. ”

We humans can complain about anything.  The bountiful garden I have been working in this morning   has  led me to murmur:  “What am I going to do with all of this stuff?”

“The lettuce Is getting too tall and can’t be eaten.”

“Oh no,  I have to wash these squash and then cook them and I already have a bunch of squash in the refrigerator.”

“I wanted to make tabouli with all of this parsley but I don’t know when I will do it.  And I have to do something with those red peppers I roasted last night.”

“When will I have time to do what I want to do?  And what about my Bible study?  Looks like that’s not happening today.”

Gripe.  Gripe.  Gripe.  Like the Israelites I am complaining.  In shame I remember that God told Moses that the people were complaining not against Moses but against Him, and I am doing the same.
I am a mess and in great need of a Savior. I am so thankful to God that  I have One. His name is Jesus.  Lord, forgive me for my complaining.  Help me to be diligent, to share what I have, and to be grateful”, I pray in Jesus Name, Amen.