We confess our discontent

Father, we confess our discontent, our murmurings, our complaints, our dissatisfaction with your provisions. We have sinned! Gratitude has been squeezed out of our hearts by our desire for more, for something different, for something else.

Remind us that joy comes from gratitude for what we have, from contentedness with where we are at present.

We acknowledge “how abundant is your goodness, which you have stored up for those who fear you and worked for those who take refuge in you, in the sight of the children of mankind!” (Psa 31.19 ESV).

Let us not be like the Israelites who complained in the desert as manna rained upon them and clothing was preserved whole for 40 years, who had visible signs of your presence in their midst day and night.

We have your Word in our hands, we see your answers to our prayers, we note the fruit of the Spirit growing in us, we see the power of the gospel to convert sinners, we see the love of Christ prevail among the saints. And still we grumble!

Forgive us, O God, for we have greatly sinned!

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