Thursday was Complaining Day (Shamefully)

I banged my head on the garage door. Ripped off some top skin. I complained.

I drove to Church @ 11:15 AM in a deluge. It turned out to be a Communion Service. I complained; heaven forgive me.

A north bound driver actually pulled into my south bound lane and almost hit me. I @#$% complained.

My low tire pressure light came on. I pulled over. I checked. It was a slow leak. I complained even more.

I have been in East Texas for three years: tire punctures, tire blowout, tire leak fixed, new tires bought last March, another tire leak which can not be fixed. I complained.

My blood pressure was going through the roof. I breathed and complained.

I hit every red light going east, west, north south. I complained.

I was driving south on Highway 101 and made a wrong turn. I complained.

I finally made it to the Discount Tire Store. I tried to be happy. I shared silly jokes with the attendants.

Attendant, "You will need to hang around for 35 minutes."

Me, "I do not have a noose. But I will do my best."

They found a screw in the Tire sidewall. They can not repair it. I need to buy a new tire. Luckily with warranty, it will only cost me (for the new tire and all maintenance) $87. Still, I complained to myself.

They ordered the new tire; filled the bad tire with air. I will come back again tomorrow. I will need to pump air in the tire before heading east to the tire store. I grumbled to myself over such things.

I heard the news about the air plane and copter accident.

I started to feel shame.

Dear Lord, forgive me for complaining about such silly things. My burden is so light. So many families are now enduring such real suffering. Bring good out of such suffering. Help me to overcome such complaining.