My sister's five-year-old grandson is having an operation today to help correct his cleft palate. This sweet child has endured a number of operations during his life and will need to go through still others. Yet he remains good-natured, optimistic, and loving. In a few months, he will undergo a more extensive operation where part of a bone from his hip will be removed to strengthen his palate.
I frequently wonder how I would do if I had to endure operation after operation. I'm afraid I would complain to anyone who would listen. Most of us know people whose entire conversations are a litany of complaints, whining, and pessimism. We have sympathy for these individuals; at the same time, we grow weary of their negativity and may even tend to avoid them.
Lately my prayers have turned into a series of requests and beggings. That I am usually asking for blessings for others does not change the fact that my prayers are heavy on the asking side and light on the gratitude side. (This is especially discouraging as I started this blog to remind myself to be more grateful.) Does Heavenly Father grow weary of my constant demands? I don't think so. However, I am certain He would appreciate more acknowledgement of the blessings He has poured out upon me.
So, for today, I am grateful for people who don't complain ... and for the Father who listens to all of His children.