I don't know about you, but I do not like it when my kids complain. Usually it makes me mad. I look at their toy closet overflowing, their dressers overflowing, and their bookshelves overflowing, and I think how dare you. They are abundantly blessed and they don't appreciate it.

I think God feels that way about us too. We have clothes to wear, food to eat, cars to drive, houses to live in, and friends, but we still want more. We seem to not be satisfied. God speaks to me through my children often, and it is usually the simplest of messages.

We have plenty. We are healthy. We are loved by family and by Him. What more could we ask for? Nothing.