Dictionary:
washed-out (wŏsht'out', wôsht'-)

adj.
Lacking color or intensity; faded.
Exhausted or tired-looking.

I was told today that I had a "washed out" look. I knew the day was going in the wrong direction when I got up and Daniel just wanted to stay under the covers. He's usually compliant. Then after much travail that isn't worth taking up blog space for we got to the van only to have me shut Sean's fingers in the door. I cried...he wanted too. Somehow he managed to come out unscathed although his fingers were tightly in there. We got to school and my water had turned over in my purse, baptizing my Bible and all the papers in my purse. "This is the day that the Lord has made...I WILL rejoice...." I muttered to myself. The day held a few altercations , but overall it was good. Bible Study must hold something great for me tonight. I'm sure Satan would love nothing better than for me to stay home, but after that start I need it more than ever!

My day really has been OK...just comical now that I look back on it. There was a time that I let circumstances control my emotions. Yes, there are times I do still, but I've learned that "Greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world"....and "In the world you WILL have tribulation, but be of good cheer , I have overcome the world. I'm reminded that shutting fingers in the door and finding out they are OK is much better than what my little friend Gavin is dealing with.....and spilling water in my purse is better than someone stealing my purse.....it can always be worse.

I'm so blessed. When I get stressed I like to stop and count my blessings. I find that I have so many...I am blessed beyond measure with a great husband, super duper children, a good church, a good job, food, clothing, transportation and a means to get places even with gas prices through the roof. I have a friend that only has one car. The spouse takes the bus to work. They get up at 4:30 just to be able to drop the baby off, drop the spouse off, and the other takes the car to work. The husband has to work 2 jobs and the wife one. What do I have to complain about? Nothing really. I left in a grouchy mood this morning. I'd say "ask my husband", but we'll not drag him into this. I was grouchy, I admit it. It's takes alot to make me cry. All is well with the world and God is still on the throne.

Ron Hamilton is a favorite song writer of children's music ...love his stuff. (AKA Patch the Pirate) Look him up on line. He lost and eye to cancer and wears a Patch and from that was birthed a slew of children's musicals. He sings a song about Grumblers. I don't think he wrote this one, but here is the song:


The Grumbling Song

In country town or city
Some people can be found
Who spend their lives in grumbling
In everything they do
Oh yes, they always grumble
No matter what you say
For these are chronic grumblers
And they grumble night and day

Chorus

Oh, they grumble on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Grumble on Thursday too
Grumble on Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Grumble the whole week through

(Repeat Chorus)

When I was in college our founder had a saying that was in several classrooms:

Complaining and Griping are not Christian Virtues.

I'm trying to learn to "cast my care on the Lord" without it turning into a pity party. Trust me, I know how to throw a party!