Counting Our Blessings, One by One

I feel like I haven't blogged in forever. Probably because I haven't.
This past week I've really realized how much of a complainer I am. I don't want to go to school. I don't want to eat that. But why can't I go to the mall late on Friday night? But why can't I get a puppy? Why did God put me in this situation? Why do I have to go thru this? I'm only a kid! Why do I have to be given such difficult challenges? Why is it still storming God? Why? Why?
Stop. What's complaining going to do? Nothing. Exactly.
I am among the luckiest people on earth. I have literally the best youth group in the world. I have a house to live in. I have amazing friends. I have talents and abilities God will use in me in the future. I have food to eat every day. I'm healthy. I can easily make a few bucks by baby-sitting. I have parents that love me. I have a sister and brother. I have a computer, phone, mp3 player, television, books, clothes....I could go on and on.
Then why do I dwell on everything else?
Why do I complain that I can't have that blue Ford F-250 with lime green flames for my sixteenth birthday, when I'm already spoiled here in America? Why do I complain that I don't always get along with my sister, when we can share almost anything most of the time? Why do I complain that I hate school, when I'm getting a valuable education?
It's hard to ask.
Even harder to ask is: Why am I going through this storm...and why am I complaining?
It's not like it's going to help. You know that trial has a purpose. Come on, really. You think it's all for nothing?
I don't.