The late Maya
Angelou, a highly acclaimed American poet and author, was raised by her
grandmother from age three to seven. It
was a period of calm and stability in an otherwise traumatic childhood.
Grandma ran a general store and the thing that really riled her was the
constant complaining of people. They would complain about the heat, the
cold, or a myriad of miscellaneous issues that Maya’s grandmother considered to
be totally trivial.
After any ‘complainer’
exited her store, Grandma would call Maya over and say, “Sister, did you
hear Brother or Sister So-and-So complaining? There are people who went
to sleep all over the world last night, poor and rich, white and black, but
they will never wake up again. Any of those dead folks would love to have
even five minutes of the weather this person was grumbling about. So you just
watch yourself about complaining. What
you’re supposed to do when you don’t like something is to change it. If
you can’t change it, change the way you think about it. Just don’t
complain!”
Sounds like good
advice.
Sisters and
brothers, be continually blessed, and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE
READY TO MEET OUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!
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