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I am a complainer at times, which I am sure most of you can identify. We can easily become displeased, at which point we’ll make those feelings known, and it is a release to air your feelings, which I did yesterday. Food shopping does that to me these days, but thank God for his handbook (the Bible). I usually resort to reading it more, which brings me calm. So I read my Bible, and this time was led to Matthew chapter 6, verses 28th to 31; these verses jumped out at me. They are taken from the NIV Bible: “And why ye take thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin; (29) And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not array-like one of these. (30) Wherefore if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, o ye of little faith?

On reading those verses and others, my mood immediately changed to become appreciative of my many blessings. It is so easy to forget where life has brought us from, and in that place of desires for more and better than what we previously had, arose a sense of entitlement and having things our way? But, of course, it is not one’s main intention to overlook the many blessings avail us and forget the journey that brought us to this point. Yes, I was shocked and somewhat annoyed at the food price, but there was a time on my native island I had money but couldn’t find the food items I needed to purchase.

As a young mother with my newborn child, I recalled that there wasn’t any baby formula to be had on the island. I became creative feeding my child because I wasn’t producing milk, and I had to ensure that she got what she needed nutritionally. Looking back at where I once was and now purchasing what I wanted, yet complaining about the high prices, I am grateful for the handbook for living. It brought me back to reality. Back then, in the natives’ frustration, they asked the government, “What do you want us to do, wash the money and drink the water?” In their inability to get food items. My initial response, despite its seriousness, was laughter; it wasn’t because it was funny, but sometimes one has to laugh to ward off crying out of that sense of helplessness. It was their way of making light of the severity of the food problem. And here I am, bellyaching about getting want I want, just having to pay more. I guess I am still a work in progress!

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