To Speak Life or Death

This is a small journal entry of mine from a month ago or so.
Just a quick reflection and glimpse of my churning thoughts on the subject of complaining.

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I've been thinking a lot of the ideas of complaining and encouragement lately. I've always believed complaining and negativity to be bad, but really-

why is it? 

What does God really say about it? What's the truth?

In some ways I'm realizing that complaining
       is not of God.

It is of Satan.

No matter how lightly or jokingly or thoughtlessly someone complains, it is still a thick, dark, seeping ink. Penetrating those around us.

It's godless. To see all the muck in the world and think of it and speak of it . . .

it's like he's not there.

What the world is like with no hope. Without him. It's ignoring all that light, raining down. Those blessings, the joy, 

that we have been redeemed. 

The Good News.

We've been chosen,
by nothing we have done. . . 

but by 

such grace.

Why me?

And why am I complaining instead of speaking life and grace and Good News? Why am I not letting that joy overflow, catch like a wildfire, seeping into every corner of me-

including the words I speak?