Every now and then I find myself whistling a Christian tune that my grandmother used to sing many years ago. As she would wash the dishes she would sing songs to the Lord. If she was out watering her plants, feeding the chickens or the dogs, you could hear singing away.
She had to deal with and had to live with lots of problems. My grandfather was an alcoholic and came home drunk almost every night and she had to help him to bed. And then she would read her Bible before she went to bed.
They were farmers and ranchers and one time, were in a severe drought and were about to lose everything. How could my grandmother find a way to sing?
I noticed that she did not focus on the problems but would find the things to be thankful for. One song she would sing was, (Count Your Blessings). It was not till years later that I got on my knees and accepted Christ that true joy came into my heart, (John 1:12).
Even then, I could still find things to complain and gripe about but God tells us to be thankful, (Philippians 4:11, 1 Thessalonians 5:18).
I found that being critical or a gripper wasn’t much fun. So I started trying to look at the good and give thanks, (Psalm 9:1&2, 1 Timothy 6:8, Hebrews 13:5&6). Guess what, joy came into my heart?
See you in Church next Sunday. Brother J