Does He hear when I grumble about the weather . . . about the hard winter, about the late spring, about the dry summer, about the wet harvest?
Does He hear when I grumble . . . about the frosts, about the drought, about the high winds, about the storms?
Does He hear when I grumble . . . about my circumstances, about the hardness of my lot, about my losses and disappointments?
If we could get into our heart, and keep there continually, the consciousness that God hears every word we speak—would we murmur and complain so much as we now do?
We are careful never to speak words which would give pain to the hearts of those we love. Are we as careful not to say anything that will grieve our heavenly Father?
[J. R. Miller]