Bash Complaining!

Bash Complaining!

Lent has never been an engaging event in my life. By that I mean I have never really entertained the idea of giving up something to honor the life and death of Our Savior, Jesus Christ. Selfish, ugh? Yeah, I know!

This year things are a bit different. Guy and I have been attending worship services at a lovely, quaint, Lebanese Catholic church in Lewisville, TX with our dear friends Kelley and Roroc. Although not Catholic, I enjoy the peacefulness and the amity the church provides. The incense and chanting music calm me. For several weeks now the discussions concerning lent have seeped in to my brain the sacrificial seeds of Lent has been planted in my being and I think I may finally be ready to make a small sacrifice.

My surrender may sound rather pitiful to some of you out there who are giving up candy and sweets and drink, but as I am the beholder of the forfeit my idea feels extremely worthwhile and meaningful. This is it….. I have decided to let go of my incessant complaining and opt for a more positive approach to living in my undersized home. I am going to bash complaining!

Guy and I moved to a much smaller home last summer. It is modest by comparison to what we did own. Its tiny 1900 square feet has been a thorn in my side since we moved in and I have been quite obnoxious in exclaiming my childish behavior. I wanted all to know how miserable I was to be crammed in to the little rooms with minimal storage. The feeling of claustrophobia has haunted me daily and my continued moaning must be, by now, a retched sound to Guy’s nightly arrivals home from work.

I plan to be grateful for a lovely home in which to share my blessed life with Guy and our puppies. No more whining and crying about what use to be. That was then and now is now. Our expenses are more attune to what we bring in and there is plenty of room for us to enjoy each other’s company.  It’s clean and decorated with lots of lovely pieces of furniture and accessories. Why, there is even a pool in the back and the yard is begging for a new garden. What more could a girl ask for, for heaven’s sake?

I also plan to continue to pray for the strength to stay on board with my plan. I hope our dear Lord spares just a half a second helping me to lift my spirits! I think he will…what do you think?