Hmmm, well, no this isn't exactly what I had in mind, actually. I wanted some real down-home whining going on here. No one seems to be obliging me.
No, I was thinking of more of just a pity-party, where we all nod in silent approval of each other, and say, "There, there child, God loves us just the way we are."
So I guess I'll just go do the froggy dance.
Don't leave! I'll play!
In Psalm 131, David says he does not involve himself in great matters, or concern himself with things too difficult for him. But aren't there things too
small for us as well? Not that we are too good for little things, but it is often the little stuff that can drag us down.
I just got finished rearranging our dishwasher. What is WRONG with this family? Don't they know, the little plates don't go on the bottom rack, and the giant bowl gets washed by hand 'cause it takes up so much dishwasher space...and who put all these sticky things on a rack? It'll never come clean without scrubbing! And if its NOT clean when they need to put it away...they'll just put it BACK IN the dishwasher (like that's gonna solve the problem?)
Coincidentally, I also just finished sorting our cups and glasses. Whoever put mugs away last night must have been having an out-of-body experience at the time, 'cause they sure got things mixed up! When will these people learn, "Mugs on the top shelf, glasses on the bottom, plastic cups in a compact stack to the left of the instant coffee..." And no one ever seems to stack the green plastics together. Oh, no. Don't they see, if they stack haphazardly, it takes up so much more space...they do the same with the cereal bowls...
I'm not going to describe all that needed fixed in the laundry room...
And what a group of water-wasters in this house! Why does a human need a full gallon of water just to wash their hands?? I asked my sister once. She says, "But the soap ain't off my hands yet."
Well, po' chil', if it ain' clean by now, you jus' have to lick the rest off.
Once my sis, in a hurry, washed her hands in 5 seconds. She is still recovering from the emotional trauma of being suddenly hugged by a rejoicing sibling.
Fine. I am a control freak. You have to be, when you live with wild animals. There would be utter chaos if I wasn't. What if the towels went in the wrong places in the hall closet? There's such a delicate balance behind that little door! What if the trash didn't get sorted? Its terrible to think what that would do to America's bulging landfills! What if someone put the bread loaf in a different spot, or forgot to get milk? What if our planet's water resources were used up by a person who wanted their hands too clean? This is life and death here!
Is that what you wanted, Symphony? Is it all right? I can whine about something else, if its not right.
