It’s the Worst
No, it’s not.
Despite all I have and all I am, there are some days I wake up cranky, and the gratitude journal just won’t do it. Some days I just want to stay in my cave. I don’t want exercise. I don’t want sunshine. I don’t want to feel better. I just want to whine.
And so I whine. And God listens. Does He laugh? Shake His head? I’d like to see His face.
If I happen to wake up cranky on a Saturday, there is an antidote: Tam.
If I’m too cranky to call her and even God is tired of hearing me whine, He must tap her on the shoulder and say, “Tam, it’s time.” ’Cause He knows I can’t resist.
Tam will text, and I’ll say “yes” and soon she is at the front door. I’ll get in the car, we’ll do a drive-through for coffee, we’ll go for a spin, and we’ll whine.
I’ll bet you thought I was going to say she speaks all kinds of encouraging words. That she’ll quote Scripture, tell me how blessed I am. Nope. She’ll whine with me.
We’ll whine about our weight. We’ll whine about the weather. We’ll whine about our husbands. We’ll whine about our jobs.
For just a little while. Because it’s not too long before one of us can’t resist. We’ll put on our whiniest whine and say, “It’s the worst.”
