God Don’t Like Complainers
Um…. I guess that would be me. So embarrassing to say that, but yeah. Life is so weird. You live, you try to sculpt yourself into the person you’d like to grow up to be; then as you try to “be” that person, you say to yourself that you’ve got to be you, you’ve got to voice your opinions. That’s paramount and you assert yourself. But let’s see where that got me……
Before I go further, I must state that I am fully blessed. Despite my many failings, I am deeply loved. That gives me the courage to write about myself and my flaws and failures. First and foremost I am loved by God and have the firm belief of His profound forgiving nature. There is a quote that speaks to this and I read it every day. I have a firm belief that God has a purpose for each and every one of us, despite our imperfections. He literally has a specific need, or finds a specific need for our specific imperfections. We are useful despite it all. This give me hope for my own soul.
“My imperfections and failures are as much a blessing
from God as my successes and my talents,
and I lay both of them at His feet.”
All my life I was the quiet one. The one who desperately strove to melt into the background, and blended in, right in between those gigantic flowers, painted onto the wallpaper in our kitchen. I was a stutterer and I could not get a word out before the several attempts that usually bored people right before they moved on to other subjects. Get the picture? Not only could I not communicate, but I did not learn the social skills in order to interact with other human beings. So I listened. I listened to exchanges that totally, totally bored me. I simply was not interested in most female conversations regarding curtains and home decor. So what developed was that I became judgmental of females…. well, whether I am justified or not on that is still out for debate… pfst. To this day, I find a conversation with a man much more interesting than talking to women…. sorry gals.
Anyway, so I’ve gotten to the point in my life where I can hold a conversation, but struggle with the social cues. I do not stutter, except under stress it might come back a little. I find that I am a woman who has a problem recognizing and honoring moderation. I seem to be either this way or that–to the extreme. Like, I could abstain from soda for months, yet if I get one taste, I’m off and running consuming more soda in one day than one has a right to. WTH? Same with water. One day I’m consuming massive quantities of it, and the next I am a camel in the desert and you could not force one drop down my throat. As a matter of fact, I need some right now……..
I’m back…. So, now that I’m going verbal, my Gemini self cannot shut up and every single thought in my head is out and off the tongue no sooner than my brain gets a hold of it. Well, some thoughts should stay unspoken. After years of keeping my mouth shut tight, the flood gates are opened and with my relatively newfound confidence, I speak my mind whenever and wherever and to whomever. And it’s not all good. You know if you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all. The bottom line for me is that after I speak my mind, I feel better. But taking my judgmental self outside and giving the double-parkers blocking traffic with their cars a piece of my mind, well, that can’t work for anyone but me. Even then, afterwards I usually feel that I could’ve handled the situation a lot better. I can’t abide inconsideration in any of its forms… but I really shouldn’t be getting into confrontations like I do. Maybe writing about this will help me remember that next time.
Today I was listening to Alan Horvath who is a musician who does videos about the bible and religion. I do suggest checking out his videos on youtube if you have a desire to listen to the Word with the names in their original languages. I’m hoping the meaning of these books go back to the beginning, without the contamination of the human pen. I watched one video about Alan’s experience during Frankenstorm Sandy and he talked about how he heard a lot of people complaining. He said, “God doesn’t like complainers,” and I thought, O.M.G. that’s me. I complain long and loud to anyone who would stay quiet long enough for me to do so. But you know, even though we didn’t have power for ten days, we had everything else, until our food spoiled; but even then we could still travel to towns every day to pick up some food for that day. Yes, we were in long lines at the gas station, but heck, it was not bad enough to complain about. I think people today don’t want to wait for anything. We are under so much pressure to do it fast, then move on to the next thing. I used this blog to complain, I also complained on facebook, I got together with my neighbor and we complained to each other… sigh. But it was driven home to me, an active member of a Roman Catholic church, that God does not appreciate complainers. Should that have been news to me? Nope. The whole book of Exodus tells us of the Jews complaining every other day and you know what? God kept them wandering in the desert for forty years. You’d think they’d learn their lesson. You’d think that I would have by now, also. My hubby is an excellent example. He doesn’t complain at all. Usually, that plays out well for me when I am involved, but if it’s something outside this house, I get frustrated with him, but you know, he’s got the right way to go. It shows, too. God is with him. He’s just one of those people, that you just know.
I need to really learn my lesson. It’s not like I’m an ignorant bitch…. not really. So I will close with stating I am truly blessed. Things are never really as bad as my first impression. Regarding Hurricane Sandy, we got through it. We did not flood though this house has a long history of flooding. Because we did not flood, we kept our hot water. We had a gas stove to cook on. No heat, but plenty of handmade blankets to keep us warm at night. We had radios and thanks to the presence of our seven-year old, plenty of batteries to keep the radios and flashlights going. I was so grateful for NJ101.5 to keep myself connected to the outside world. Finally, I had my loving husband and my beloved son with me. What more could I possibly have the audacity to ask for?
- Your Body Not Your Body, To Complain ! (ubebetternotbitter.wordpress.com)
- Complaining: A Short Manual. (howtomakelightning.com)
- Complaining (samuelatgilgal.wordpress.com)
- The Complainers are Alive and Well in America (jewishpress.com)
- Grumbling and Complaining (dailybibleplan.com)
- When the answer comes, don’t run from the giants… (mytotallyother.wordpress.com)
- God’s Timing is Perfect! (nackynice.wordpress.com)
- Perspective: We Could All Use Some. (collegeramble.wordpress.com)