Why do I complain?

When something does not happen to be like the way I want it to be, I start complaining to God, saying why you did this to me, why not do this and that to me? Oh, poor me when I said so. Whom am I that I can complain to the LORD who create the whole universe. Doesn't He give and also take away? Am I not doomed to be perished before? What I am worthy of His love and mercy? I have nothing that is cherished in His eyes. I was only a rebelled children who do not know Him beforehand, but because of His grace and mercy that I can be called righteous and son of God. What a precious God has given to me? What else shall I complain for?

What is my love in this world? What is my preference for my everyday? Is it my fame, my salary, my everything except God? Poor me if I put all those perishable things in front of God. God is the most precious thing in my life, even though I am suffering, I still praise the Lord; even if I did not get what I wanted, I still praise the Lord; even if I get the thing God has prepared for me, I still praise the Lord! He is my all in all. What else shall I complain to Him? Lord, forgive me if I sometimes consciously or unconsciously put others thing ahead of you. You are my creator, how should I complain? No, definitely not. I will sing song and praise You because You has already invited me into your kingdom and be one part of it.

Like what Paul wrote in

Romans 8:35
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?"

Romans 8:37-39
"No, in all these things we are more than conquerers through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Paul also wrote in
Romans 9:20-21
"But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? "Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, 'Why did you make me like this?'" Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?"

Lord, you know my heart, you know my anguish, you know my trouble inside my heart. I will praise your name over the nations no matter where you lead me to. Your name is worthy of praise. Your love is more enough for me to go through my difficulties. Lord you give and take away, may your name be praised. May you continue purifying my heart and let the Holy Spirit guide me to walk on the road which leads to you. God the Father, Christ the Son, and Holy Spirit the comforter be glorified for ever and ever.

AMEN!