I know that this is a strange title, but you have to know the story behind it to understand. Brother Brad Hill preached a sermon one wednesday night on being thankful. As an illustration, he told a story of one of his childhood friends, who was raised in a children's home. This boy never knew the love of a father or mother or never had a real home. One Christmas, a couple invited him to spend the holidays with them and their two children. The little boy was so excited for he seldom such oppotunities. After eating Christmas dinner, the parents told the children that the Christmas present was outside and that it was the best present that they imagine. So with eyes shut tight and hearts pounding, the mom and dad led them outside for the great suprise. When the children opened their eyes, in front of them was the best present a kid could have: a go-cart! With much excitment, the visiting boy ran up to it, got in it, and pretended to drive. But, the little boy who actually had received the gift ran inside and hid under his bed. When his mom and dad pursued to see what was wrong. The little boy screamed "It's not the right color!"
This is like so many of us who are God's children. We are not thankful for the many gifts God gives us, but are unthankful because they are not just exactly like we think they should to be. A husband, especially a saved one, is one of God's precious gifts. But at times I find myself unthankful for what God has given me. I should be one of the most thankful people in the world for God has been nothing but good to me. I have a saved husband, two wonderful children, a lovely home and eveything else I could ever want or need. But, instead I am unthankful, when at times my husband doesn't do what I think he ought to do or when I am not treated the way I think I should be treated. It's like I an telling God, "I don't like the color!" I should be thankful that God has chosen my husband and I and that we are not in the world without God. I know alot of ladies who have unsaved husbands, and when I think of them, I feel like I am griping to God. What they wouldn't give for a saved husband. I am acting like a spoiled brat that can never be satisfied. Also, I have learned in past years that it does no good to complain to my husband about the way he is or some things he does. This is very difficult to do, but it gives me nothing but trouble. The best way I have found to deal with this is pray and ask God to work in him and change him, if it his will. God knows what is best for me. I should be thankful for him just the way he is. When I am not thankful I am telling God his gift is not good enough. God always know the gifts his child needs.
-By Connie Owen