Confessions of a Malcontent

This afternoon I went to McDonalds to spend a little time reflecting and and writing in my personal journal. While sitting there thinking about some of the challenging and difficult times Win and I are facing right now, and sipping my 65-cent senior coffee, I could not help but notice a woman push her wheelchair-bound husband [I assume] into the fast food joint. An older woman [her mother? or his?] was accompanying them. The man was obviously both severely physically and mentally "challenged." I would estimate that both he and his wife were in their early 40's. He was tightly clinging to a green stuffed dog with floppy brown ears, cuddling it, caressing it, and kissing it. My heart when out to him, and to his care-givers. Then, it was almost as though the Holy Spirit jarred me into a reality check with the question, "So, what's YOUR problem? What are YOU complaining about?" Oh, His questions were so convicting, demanding a humble response of confession and contrition for my moaning and groaning. I was reminded of what I believe is the third stanza of a wonderful, old hymn, "He Leadeth Me." To the best of my recollection, the words go something like this,

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content whatever lot I see, for ‘tis Thy hand that leadeth me.

I confessed my sin of discontent and pleaded for His mercy, forgiveness and grace.

So, what's YOUR problem?