I like the term “First World problem”.  Every time I think I have a problem, I say to myself, “Heh, First World problem.”

It helps me to put my problems in perspective. I have [more than] enough to eat, I never hear gunshots outside my house, I don’t fear for my life when I walk out at night, and clean drinkable water comes out of the faucet when I turn it on. I have no complaints.

Here are my First World problems that I am not complaining about, but just sayin’.

*Grieving over our move from our home church of 20 years and adjusting to another church. – Many places do not even have one church, much less having the freedom to choose one church or another.

*Family room remodel has been installed since May, that’s six months of mess. – I won’t bother to go into the obvious fact that many people do not have a roof over their heads much less a family room, and even less be able to remodel it.

*The air conditioning in my van isn’t cool, and it’s a hassle to go to the mechanic, plus, there’s always something to fix in our 10+year-old cars, costing more each time we take it in.  – No, I would not rather walk or ride a donkey.

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