Forgive Me

Forgive me Lord for not being happy; with what I have and what I own, I feel so ashamed of myself; how I constantly moan and groan. I may not own everything material; like a nice house or a new car, but what I do have Lord; outweighs all of that and more. I have three healthy wonderful children; some women cannot conceive, Some children are very sick or dying; how their poor parents must grieve. My children receive three meals; each and every day, There are children who are starving; they are slowly wasting away. I get upset how small our home is; embarrassed the furniture is worn and old, some people have no home to go to; they sleep outside in the cold. I have a husband and three healthy children; They love me and I love them, I realize now I have truly been blessed; I will never complain again.