being a crybaby

發脾氣. Actin' up. Throwing a temper tantrum.

Anyone who has dealt with children of any age has encountered this at some point or another. For the "unfortunate" ones who have had to deal with the REALLY little youngins, I empathize.

Once again, I played caretaker (read: babysitter) for my dear cousin again. I secretly enjoy this, it's like people watching. Albeit, really little people and actual interaction.

Tempers had been brewing and a throw-down or two were in order. The inevitable happened, of course.

In the midst of the pandemonium and as I wiped away my crocodile tears, I received another insight. (This seems to be a recurring theme for me...)

There are some cries (read: bellyaches) you don't necessarily have to respond to. I'll qualify that, for fear of CPS coming down on me. I WANT THAT TOY! THIS IS MINE! I DON'T WANT TO EAT THAT! etc. etc. Ignoring such in hopes they realize that there is reason behind it all.

In the same way, although much more refined, we as "grown ups" have the very same gripes. Which led me to this...How many of our complaints does Our Father ignore in hopes that we wise up?

Obviously MUCH wiser than us, bar none. Psalm 139 repeatedly reminds me that He knows me, better than I do. All of us, for that matter.

Quit the bellyachin'. His reasoning is much better.