The more I hear people's stories, the more blessed I feel. When I read and hear about all the extremely difficult things people have gone through or are currently going through, I am just amazed that I can ever feel sorry for myself. My life has been so very blessed! Sure, I have problems and tough situations (most of them caused by, you guessed it--me) but compared to what others are dealing with... wow. There is always someone who has it worse...
How can I complain (in my mind or aloud) about such silly, insignificant things--like not getting to read when I want to, or having to do a chore when I'd rather do something that I want to do, or a sibling doing something annoying--when there are people who are hurting so badly?
People whose parents fight and hurt them and leave them-- when mine love each other so obviously? People who have to go without food or clean water--when I have an abundance of both? People who are desperately lonely-- when I have a houseful of friends? People who are hopeless--when I know God? People who hear horrible things said to them-- when people are kind to me the majority of the time?
Oh, God, forgive me! You have blessed me tremendously! Help me to always be thankful for the many, many blessings that you have given me, rather than focusing on what I don't have.