It's funny when you talk to yourself

The other day while having a discussion with a friend about life, finance, struggles, and fighting I found myself speaking to myself. My friend was complaining about not being able to get ahead financially. This is hard for me to grasp in that they have no kids, no rent, no animals, and make as much as I do if not more. In any event, I made some recommendations and they were met with rejection tailed by a sense of comfort in just complaining. This is where I began to speak to myself.

I told my friend that you can complain, B$tch, moan, and whine, but don't give up! I have never taken issue with complaining because I know it hurts. What I do take issue with is complaining without action, complaining without a fight. In such cases folks have resigned themselves to their situation and if that's the case-SHUT UP! I complain a ton about life and what's not going the way I think it should or want it to. Yet, I fight to exhaustion to try to make changes for the better in those things I control.

It was in the midst of this discussion that I saw a mirror. I immediately thought about my faith and how I have complained to high heaven about all that is wrong with God's people and institutions. Despite my complaints, I've done very little to make things better. Part of that is born out of my honest feelings of disappointment in how I think God should respond to my situation. Couple that with my anger towards those I once respected, followed, and looked up to in the as leaders in the faith and you have an inactive believer.

Nevertheless, none of this is a good enough reason to deny the truest thing I know. If I can't and don't give up on the things of this world how could I do so on the God of the universe and the faith that has guided the majority of my adulthood? Truth is, I can't. I'm not certain what I'm going to do with this epiphany. I know some action is necessary. What I do know is that I'm not going to give up.