Complaining

Why do we complain? What is it that dress out the bitterness? I have no idea. But good grief some days it consumes me. I feel like lately I've complained a lot and I guess this is my formal apology. 

See, yesterday was Mother's Day and of course the sermon I heard was about the Proverbs 31 woman. Versus 25-26 seemed to just yell at me, though. "She is clothed with strength and dignity and laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness..."

strength, dignity, no fear of the future, instructions with kindness

Seriously? Right now, God? RIGHT NOW? THIS is what you expect from me? 

When I'm SO worn out?!

Okay. I will try. I will try my hardest to be the strong and faithful woman of this house. I will not fear any of our futures. And as hard as the three year old makes it... I will give instructions with kindness.