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Plain talk

This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

It is Sunday morning and while resting it occurred to me. It does not matter what you do, someone will find a way to com-plain and find fault. Damned if you do and damned if you do not. You cannot please everyone. Plain talk bad manners. It is a useless pursuit in trying to please everyone. Instead we should spend our energy trying to please God. Besides, there are upsides and downsides to everything we do and there is no getting around that. The flip side must also be looked at. The times when we ourselves complain and find fault. Rather we should be offering words of encouragement and a helping hand to make things better.

I imagine a chaplain telling us to explain rather than complain. This encourages us to move beyond negativity and instead seek understanding and constructive solutions. It encourages a shift from simply voicing grievances to actively clarifying situations, finding common ground, and promoting progress. Essentially, it is a call to move from passive negativity to active engagement and problem-solving. I like when my friend Gemini can explain it better than I can. Plain and simple. God, make us people who would rather help someone instead of complaining and finding faults.

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