Putting Up with My Whining

Time to take a moment this morning, Lord, and thank you for putting up with my whining and whimpering. Oh, I know nobody else on this earth hears that from me. Not to the extent you hear it. And, yes, Silkie hears it. She, like you, renders unconditional love. Thank you, both, for that.

I hate it when I hear myself, as I did this morning, at 5:15 a.m., when Silkie mewed quietly while I was out on the couch, still sleeping or dozing. I had errands and appointments scheduled for every morning this week. I was doing fine. But this morning, I just did not feel like it. I did not feel like getting up and moving along.

I began whining that I just did not want to do this. Let me sleep some more. I already had close to 6-1/2 to 7 hours last night. That is excellent for my energy level, coupled with a quick nap sometime during the day. Works like a charm. I didn’t mind the inside-things on my To-Do list. I just didn’t want to put street clothes on and leave the house the way I planned, at 8 a.m.

So I whimpered some more. And whined some more.

And then I remembered that even your son Jesus asked that his burden be taken from him. And look at me! Silly thing that I am, I’m whining because I need to get up, water the plants, feed the cat, clean the litter box, have breakfast, dress and go out for a few errands in a trustworthy car.

I know so many people right here in my senior mobile home community who would give anything to be able to do that again. And it’s so trivial in view of what your Son faced in the Garden that terrible night when He asked to for the burden be lifted from him.

So, I took a gentle breath. Then a deep breath. I sat up. And I got going.

I’m ready for the day. I’m ready for anything else you need me to do. I’m ready.

Thank you, Lord, for listening. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for your patience. And most of all, thank you for you love and that of your Son, Jesus.