The price of gas is up. The weather is terrible. The skies are grey and rain falls against the window pains.
I drop an uncooked egg on the freshly scrubbed kitchen floor. My daughter-in-law sallies forth with “Blessed are the cracked for they let in the light.” And I am not amused!
Did you ever…?
Did you ever have….?
Did you ever have one of those days….?
When nothing goes right from morning to night…?
Did you ever have one of those days….? Days…? Days…? Days…?
Thanks to my teen years with Elvis as my hero, I remember the words to this song all too well….
And today felt like one of those days….
Then I turn on the news. The world suffers an earthquake here, a tsunami there; a struggle for democracy in some country where freedom fighters freely give their lives for what they believe. The rest of the news cast is full of sudden deaths by accident or misadventure, and shocking illnesses.
I stop my whine. Instead, I decide to count my blessings.
Thank God- it is almost tomorrow.
Thank God for the dark of night to re-coop.
Thank God for Jesus Christ and the hope of a fresh start; the hope of a fresh tomorrow.
So how goes your whining today? Surely it is over by now.
Prayer: Lord, help us to do all things without grumbling and faultfinding and complaining against you and questioning and doubting among ourselves. Amen. (Philippians 2:14-AMP).