A few days ago, my glass didn’t just look “half-empty” to me. Life seemed like a half-empty glass with suspicious-looking water inside and white streaks from an unsuccessful round in the dishwasher splotched on the outside.
Nothing seemed to be going right. Exhaustion and discouragement joined forces and all I felt like doing was complain.
6:30 p.m. rolled around. I’d shed many tears that day, but hadn’t spent an ounce of thought on dinner. The day had slipped through my fingers and we were already way behind my desired schedule. Annoyed, I started to grumble to myself.
Then the verse “In everything give thanks,” came to mind.
Give thanks that I’m going to serve dinner late, again? It seemed both too annoying and too small of a deal to have to worry about.
And then my eyes were opened to just how much this simple complaint took for granted: that Joshua joins us for dinner cheerfully no matter the time or menu, that the kiddos were still playing happily together without the normal pre-dinner meltdowns, that I had plenty of food to serve and fresh salad from the garden, and for health to enjoy the meal.
As gratitude filled my heart, the complaining melted away. Even the real problems we were facing shrunk from monstrosities back down to their actual small size, because you can’t complain while actively giving thanks.
My half-empty cup was filled to the brim.
“In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thess. 5:18