lament

Today, a day tough to swallow - both for my own failings as well as the inconveniences and trauma of the day. So do I complain? I can lament the brokenness that has brought our family to this place. I am struck by how often I cross the line from lament to complaint. What right do I have to complain?  

Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart...the more I learn eucharisteo, the more I learn His love, the less likely I am to Israelite complain and the more I genuinely lament, complaint that trust His heart.                                                                                 (Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts)

Do I trust His heart?