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The Reluctant Gratituder

Hey guys, I’m over at my friend Courtney’s blog talking about gratitude, peace, and contentment. And I’m trying not to dissolve into hysterical laughter as I type that to you. If you know me at all, you know I’m not exactly an expert in the field.

It is some kind of cosmic joke that I’m supposed to write about gratitude, peace, and contentment this month. Seriously, it’s times like these when I know for absolute certain that God has a fantastic sense of humor. When I agreed to write a post about this precisely one bajillion years ago, I had no idea I’d be smack in the middle of a season of the exact opposite when I finally had to sit down at my laptop.

The one thing I know for certain is I don’t know jack about these things.

I’m a reluctant gratituder. I love complaining and consider my ability to gripe about life’s trials a bit of an art form, and I get a little annoyed that as a Christian I have to find some kind of high road of peace and contentment in life’s most difficult situations. It’s exhausting.

I secretly wish that complaining was a spiritual gift, because I am amazing at it and would be so honored to serve the body of Christ in this way.

It’s not. I looked it up.