This week has been a reminder of why I hate the weather in my home state, Mississippi. Our weather here in the desert has brought back memories of sweaty summers in my past.
I know women are supposed to perspire. How I wish I was like that! No, I sweat!
Liquid pours down the sides of my face and eyes, incorporating my mascara as it flows, making long black streaks. My blush winds up on my chin. My hair looks like I've just been doused with a water hose. My clothes cling to me, not because I've gained extra weight but because perspiration made them that way. Not a pretty picture!
I guess I have two choices. I can gripe and complain about how horrible the weather is or I can thank God I don't live in some steamy jungle somewhere!
If we allow ourselves, we can become griping, complaining people. Yet, we have so much to be thankful for. So much God has done for us, given to us, spared us from.
Maybe when the desire to gripe attacks us, we should start praising. I think it is the best "bug spray" to eliminate pesky "complaining bugs." Start praising. See if it works for you.
Trying to ward off the "complaining bug", Gloria