Psalm 65:9-13

You visit the earth and water it; you greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water; you provide their grain, for so you have prepared it. You water its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, softening it with showers, and blessing its growth. You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon tracks overflow with abundance. The pastures of the wilderness overflow, the hills gird themselves with joy, the meadows clothe themselves with flocks, the valleys deck themselves with grain, they shout and sing together for joy.

Your grace pours as a cornucopia over all the lands as it brings beauty and bounty for all to enjoy. Why is it that we complain of the rains yet do not see Your gentle hand in nourishing life and cleansing dirt and dust from Your handiwork? How can we not hear the joy of the hills and valleys as they sing of the wonders of Your creation yet be so sensitive to the slightest irritation in our lives? Why do we not treasure the perfection of the tomatoes we received from our garden this year, but focus on the blight that reduced the crop? Your creatures are quick to complain and slow to appreciate. Forgive Your people, Lord, forgive me.