When I was little, my mom wouldn’t let me complain about things. She would redirect my complaining energy into thankful energy.
“Mom, my sister won’t clean her side of the room.” – “Thank Jesus that you have a sister. And stuff. And a room. A lot of little girls aren’t that blessed.”
“Do I have to eat squash agaaaaaaain?” – “Thank God you have food, honey. And a mom to cook it for you. If you don’t like it, you can make dinner tomorrow.”
“My feet hurt from walking around all day at Disneyland!” – “Aren’t you so glad you got to come to Disneyland? Remember all those rides you go to go on? We need to say thank you to Jesus for letting us come and to your grandparents for paying for our tickets.”
Whenever I didn’t know what to pray for during family prayer times, my parents would say, “Just tell God what you’re thankful for.”
It worked. Read More