I walked back inside for a minute. They waited in the car. Whining. I heard them through the laundry room door, but I needed to breathe. *breathe* And I started my own whining to Him. “Lord. God. Please. I can’t take the whining.”
Then as if the tides turned, words that I’ve spoken to them over and over again washed over me, “Whining shows that your heart isn’t trusting. Whining reveals that in this moment you don’t think I’m loving you and working things for your good.”
I peered into the mirror of my words, reflecting on my own heart.
When I whine I reveal my own lack of trust. I expose my disbelief — my doubt — that He is indeed working this thing, this moment, this trial, this frustration for my good and His glory.
With that I crumble into His daddy arms, thankful that He remembers I’m but dust. Thankful that He lets me whine. Yet thankful that He doesn’t leave me there in my groveling discontent.
But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
Some days it’s way more than whiny kids. But He always reminds of His faithfulness and steadfast love. He speaks of His empowerment that enables me to be an overcomer. If I am brave enough and wild enough to trust, regardless of the momentary chaos and in spite of what these physical eyes may see, He then lifts me out of the mire.
Truly humbling.
Fill me, Lord…
How have your own words to another come back to humble you?
