Grumblers

My thumb is SLOWLY healing. An Ace elastic bandage has really helped. I've still been able to type, although my hand gets sore. I'm left handed in writing so I can still write. I eat with my left hand. My girls ...and boys... wash the dishes and fold the laundry. I'm so very grateful.

I continue to cook, but get help with small things like opening a jar or using a knife. A right hand scissors doesn't work too well for a left hand user. So they cut my coupons at the library and anything else that needs a scissors.

I praise the Lord for His abundant blessings. I still have all my limbs. I have a sound mind. And the list is so VERY long. God is SO good! A small handicap shouldn't bother me a bit. It's one reason to thank God for ALL the many blessings He has bestowed on us, rather than grumbling about one little thing.

Ephesians 5:20 - Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the mane of our Lord Jesus Christ....

We are to be a thankful people, despite the worst of circumstances - a sprained thumb is extremely minor compared to countless other mishaps and diseases.

Yesterday, I thought of the song I sang as a child. It's got some pretty strong convicting lyrics.

The Grumble Song

by Thoro Harris

In country, town, or city

Some people can be found

Who spend their lives in grumbling

At everything around

Oh yes, they always grumble

No matter what we say

For these are chronic grumblers

And they grumble night and day.

Chorus:

Oh, they grumble on Monday,

Tuesday, Wednesday,

Grumble on Thursday, too

Grumble on Friday, Saturday, Sunday,

Grumble the whole week through.

Oh, they grumble on Monday,

Tuesday, Wednesday,

Grumble on Thursday, too

Grumble on Firday, Saturday, Sunday,

Grumble the whole week through.

They grumble in the city

They grumble on the farm

They grumble at their neighbors

They think it is no harm;

They grumble at their husbands,

They grumble at their wives

They grumble at their children

But the grumbler never thrives.

They grumble when it's raining

They grumble when it's dry

And if the crops are failing

They grumble and they sigh

They grumble at low prices

And grumble when they're high

They grumble all the year round

And they grumble till they die.

They grumble at the preacher

They grumble at his prayer

They grumble at his preaching

They grumble everywhere;

They grumble at God's people

And say 'tis all display

But holy folks don't grumble

They have only time to pray.

If you don't quit your grumbling

And stop it now and here

You'll never get to heaven

No grumblers enter there;

Repent and be converted

Be saved from all your sin

You know that grumbling Christians

Find it hard a crown to win.

If you need the music, you can listen here and here. There are a couple of wrong notes played according to the notes in Praises For Children, but that's o.k. It's gives you the general idea.