Whining

“Mommy, I want a biscuit.”

“Not sausage! I want bacon!”

“Can I have milk?”

Toddler hyperventilation: “Not that cup!”

Sometimes my children are impossible to please. I deliver orders only to discover I have fallen short. The house is full of complaints and whining some days. I love the kids. I adore them. I would do anything in this world for them, but there is something about whining that completely drains me.

I know I am supposed to tell you that every day of motherhood is fun. I’m supposed to share my latest successful pinterest project I have executed with the children. I am supposed to clean the house with a big smile and an apron and sing while birds land on my finger. But every day, heck, most days just aren’t like that. (Note: birds have never landed on my finger while singing…or ever for that matter.)

Motherhood is a blessing everyday. Always. I have seen friends lose children and it has revolutionized my feelings about the harder days. Even still the whining deflates me. I give the kids their meals or their clothing or plan parties or bathe them and despite all my great efforts there is something that is not meeting their expectations.

I can understand how I must sound on my whining days.

“You still haven’t taken the trash out?!”

“God, why is this still happening to me?”

“Why am I not losing more weight than this?”

“Why did you mess this room up again?”

I probably wear my God and my family out. Sometimes they just don’t do exactly what I WANT them to do. Sometimes I wear myself out with my whining! We all have bad days. It is to be expected and everyone is entitled to a bad day or two.

Even on hard days there are things to applaud and admire. There are moments of grace and peace. There are seconds to just breathe. There is always something to be grateful for. Always. Even when we are disappointed. Even when things hurt. Even when things don’t go as planned. There is always something to be grateful for.

1 Thessalonians 5:18

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

It’s hard some days to allow God to be God or even to allow whiny kids to be kids. If I truly believe that God is the answer to every single one of life’s equations, then why don’t I turn my complaints into prayers? If I get honest, it’s because I think I know what is best for me and my family. I think that I know better. That, my friends, is a false truth if I have ever heard one.

God always knows better.

Isaiah 55:8

For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.

If we learn to breathe, inhaling God and exhaling us, we can trust the process. Sometimes “we get what we get and can’t throw a fit.” I can’t tell you how many times I have recited that to the children. So, why not say it to my own heart?

Things will unravel just as they are supposed to. Our blessings will be delivered the way they were meant to be delivered and WHEN they are meant to be delivered. What if we turned our complaints into praise and our whining into dialogue with God? My hypothesis is that those around us would be less drained and deflated.

Sometimes things will be granted in the “wrong sippy cup”. Blessings will be delivered as “sausage and not bacon”. The thing is, we have to trust the deliverer. He is the master of knowing what is best for us. Always.

 

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