Tomorrow I head out to Colorado to see my daughter and her family. I’m all packed and ready….well, I was. Then I checked the weather back there for this morning and it’s snowing! Last week their temperatures were right around the same as California’s, but this week…well, change, right? So, I shoved in three long sleeved shirts.
The weather through the middle of the country and to the east is terrible. Heavy snows, 17 tornadoes, floods, ruined crops and the east coast is just entering their hurricane season. Guess a little rain and and snow aren’t so very bad.
We like to complain, often times because we don’t have anything else to say; but complaining doesn’t change anything and constant complaining is annoying to everyone. Complaining is a form of corrupt communication; it’s A negative evaluation of our circumstances and situations. “Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace to the hearer.” Eph. 4:29
Complaining doesn’t edify and it doesn’t minister grace. We all do it and we mostly ignore that it is a complaint and go on with whatever we were doing before the complaint was uttered. Sometimes it is an expression of frustration and we make our complaint in a light hearted, teasing manner, but if it is continued or is a constant way of expressing ourselves it becomes depressive; pulls us down into a negative state of mind. It wears us down and those around us.
Wouldn’t it be better to lift each other up, to encourage ourselves and those around us, by expressing positive and uplifting words? Edifying each other with words of encouragment and ministering grace strengthens us, fills us with new courage and hope; helps us to face those hard times that we complain about. And if we are stronger when we experience hardship, we will go through the trials with more strength, courage and energy. The hardships will become less hard.
So I will endeavor to see a more positive way of looking at the weather. And, whether it is warm or cold, cloudy or sunny, I get to be with my daughter tomorrow!
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I was born in California, but both my parents were born in different areas of rural Oklahoma. My father grew up on a small cattle ranch and my mother grew up in the hills of eastern Oklahoma near the Ozark Mts. Both were born in the 1920's when Oklahoma was still more a part of the 1800's than the twentieth century so I like to say I was born of parents who were the last generation born during the old west. Their old west roots had a huge impact on my childhood.
I spent the first three years of my life on my Granny's chicken farm. She was my father's grandmother and she owned 60 acres of alfalfa which she rented out and lived on three acres of barnyard where she raised chickens. There was some electricity, but no indoor plumbing outside of a faucet in the kitchen. The toilet was down the boardwalk in a small shed...in other words...an outhouse. The shower was a room under the water tank in the pumphouse. Granny's little three room house was the only painted building on the property. Everything else was raw, unpainted wood including the two room house my parents lived in. And I loved living on that little farm where I pretty much had free run of the barnyard and sometimes even wandered into the fields surrounding it.
The town where I was born is along the Colorado River in the middle of the California desert and across the river from the Arizona desert and while we did live there for the first 12 years of my life, we moved a lot due to my father's employment. He was a big equipment operator and we moved to where the work took him, but usually only six months of the year then we moved back to our hometown.
We moved to Northern California in 1958 and I have lived here ever since. I am a mother, a grandmother, have one great-grandchild and recently retired. I am divorced and now live with my youngest sister. My sisters and I like to cruise and take road trips. I am enjoying my life.
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