Today my child looked at me and whined. “Moooommmm!”
I took a breath and a moment of silence to control my temper and here is my response (in a very whiney tone, of course)(how does one spell whine anyway?).
“You know, I want to whine too. Moooommmm, someone hurt me! Moooommmm, why do I have to forgive? Moooommmm, why do I have to share my toys and my time? Moooommmm, I don’t want to clean up this mess! Moooommmm, I don’t like this! Moooommmm, I want this to be different! Moooommmm, It’s not fair!”
Now, take out the Moooommmm’s and put in “God!” and you have a pretty good synopsis of what I feel like this morning.
Then the clincher. I looked at my child, took a deep breath and said with all the sarcasm I could muster, “But I am a responsible adult and I will not whine.”
I wonder if God thinks I’m doing o.k. at that ‘adult’ thing.
