Poor me... Pour me out!

Okay so I have to start this with an apology to a dear friend. First of all for EVERY time I call for just one thing and keeping her on the phone for at least an hour. Secondly I felt horrible when I got off of the phone today. Seems all I did was complain (and about VERY insignificant things). Wow how utterly selfish, rude, and quite frankly stupid. I know if I felt bad she probably felt worse having to listen to it.

I just read a book a couple of weeks ago called "Complaint Free World". This book talks about changing your thoughts and words. Wow did I blow every principle they taught. You only feel worse when you talk about how horrible someone or something is.

My life in reality is absolutely AWESOME! I mean really it is. I am completely amazed at how truly blessed I am. I am married to my best friend. Jerry is a wonderful provider, he is hilarious, excellent husband and Daddy, and he is beautiful on the inside as well as the outside. By beautiful I mean rugged, virile, and handsome. You knew that of course. Our life is always very exciting. My kids are outstanding little people who will one day be outstanding big people. They are very funny, so smart, and love me unconditionally. Now tell me who could ask for more?

With this wonderful life I spent an hour (well not the whole time) complaining about what...NOTHING that's what. Nothing that is significant. So I had a few bad minutes one day...well la de freakin da (sorry mom (she doesn't like it when I say freakin)) Life is GOOD and I should be pouring out all of the wonderful things that have been poured into me. I have had so much love, kindness, goodness, gentleness, peace, JOY, temperance, longsuffering, and faith poured into me that I should be overflowing with that. I am not talking over a period of time that I get a little and store it up. I mean daily people and the Lord Almighty shower me to overflowing with these gifts. And for some reason I chose to dwell on the swamp water that got mixed in. Well I have boiled the water with my tears and asked the Lord for forgiveness of my ungrateful putrid little heart. So friend please forgive me and my rotteness and hopefully the next conversation will be more productive on my end.