Warm Weekend

There have been chilly winds and slushy roads, but I had the most wonderfully warm weekend.

Friday evening a good friend and her little girl accompanied Krissy and I as we went to see “A Christmas Carol” performed at our church.  I love that story and the reminder of our God who redeems and gives second chances (and third, fourth, and so on).  On the way home we talked and talked and it filled up my heart.  I’ve missed her.

Saturday evening I met my co-workers at a lovely Italian restaurant on Geist reservoir for our annual Christmas staff dinner.  Wow – delicious.  We went to my boss’ home afterward for some Wii action and goodies.   I then hopped in my car and sped to Anderson to watch my middle girl perform along with lots of other college kids in a musical variety show put on by one of the social clubs about once a quarter.  My oldest and her boyfriend had saved me a seat near the front.  We heard some great music by so many talented (and funny) young people!  When Kaitlin sang my heart swelled.  I know I’m her mother, but she was one of the best of the night.

Sunday morning early my hubby and I got ready and drove to Anderson to pick up our daughters, then headed down the snowy highway Continue reading

No whiner babies allowed, including me

complainingcom-plain [kuhm-pleyn]
to express dissatisfaction, pain, uneasiness, censure, resentment, or grief; find fault

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I called my daughter on the carpet last night and confronted her about a complaining attitude, only to have God gently poke me on the shoulder this morning and tell me to heed my own words.  Ow.

My daughter’s not so thrilled with her part-time job and says something about it just about every time she’s about to go there and work.  This week it was getting old to me.  I told her if she was that unhappy with it to just quit, but that she also wouldn’t have a job, or an income, or gas money, or spending money.  I reminded her that there are many less-appealing jobs she could have and to be thankful.  She knows all this stuff but I felt a reminder was in order.

I was thinking more about it as John and I finished our jog/walk this morning in quietness, as the dark blue sky began to lighten and the twinkling stars began to fade out of sight.  The Bible tells us that every good thing comes from God, the Father of light, who never changes like shifting shadows do.  What He gives is good!   So, when my daughter complains about her job, in a way she’s saying, “I don’t like your gift,” or “it’s not good enough” or “I wish you had given me something different.”  We wouldn’t say that to a friend or someone in our family who had just given us a gift – it would be hurtful and ungrateful.  When we complain – an ungrateful attitude is lurking and showing itself.

I looked up the word complain on dictionary.com and found it interesting that the first definition is to “express dissatisfaction.”  Continue reading