I realized recently that God has given me everything I ever asked for and I never even thanked him.
What I did was complain about everything he’s ever given me.
What I did was come up with a new list of things I wanted.
I wanted to love and be loved; so God gave me an incredible husband—who I complain at when everything doesn’t go my way.
I wanted to get out of our downtown apartment and live in a real house; so God gave me a beautiful home—that I can’t wait to get out of.
I wanted a better job with normal hours and better pay; so God gave me an ideal job with amazing hours—that I complain about because I work too much.
I saw it all laid out before me this morning—the pattern that keeps repeating itself. I want something different, something better. God gives me what I ask for. I fail to thank him or enjoy his good gifts because I’ve already moved onto the next thing I want—the thing I know will finally make me happy.
I am humbled by this realization: God has given me everything I ever asked for and I never even thanked him.