Serving Whine

I realized today that serving and complaining, yah, they just don't go together.

I find myself serving at times and just complaining the whole way through.  Or better yet, i will find i am serving and in the right state of mind and then i look over and complain about someone else who isn't working as hard or who i think has just come to help so they can look good in front of others.

How selfish am i to think that i know the reasons behind peoples methods, and whether my guess of another individual is serving so they can look better is correct, it doesn't matter.  Not because i am supposed to mind my own business but because they are doing a part in helping others.  Sure it may not be for the right purposes but it is not for me to judge.  It is for me to encourage because God can use our selfish sinful actions for his glory if he chooses.

I know that sounds a little sketch God using our selfish and sinful actions, but it is true.  God is in control of all things and can bring out beauty in our shame, and can bring out love in our selfishness.

But back to the beginning.  I was helping a friend today carry a box.  I thought we were both going to be carrying a box but it turns out he just wanted me to help him.  So i was carrying a box that was decently heavy all by myself.  Also, it wasn't like i had to move it from one room to another, i had to walk all the way around the inside of the church and then walk around the building and a even a little bit further to get to the parking lot that he had parked in.  From the beginning of getting the box i had complained and whines from time to time.  Half way through this ordeal i realized that one, the guy i was helping always helps me without complaining and two, what good is my help if i am whining?  What good is my help if i really don't love this guy? What good is my help if I whine while serving?  My help is nothing.

You pick that up, my help means nothing if i whine while serving.  When i whine, it certainly isn't benefiting me and i know it may only hurt the other person.

So as i finished carrying the box i just kinda shut up and walked on, and even still i made a sarcastic comment or two i think.  This whole story to say, that i really do want to be a man of love, service and sacrifice, and the only way i can even begin to grow to be that kinda man is giving all of me for all of Him.  Giving all of me and serving with no whining.  Giving all of me and giving up my comforts and all of myself to live love to YOU and others.