I designated a chair in our basement/playroom as the whining chair this morning since whining has been a theme this week. Caleb spent the better part of the morning sitting there. After his last exodus from the chair he started complaining yet again. I said to him, "Caleb, if you want to whine you have to do it in the chair," thinking, of course, that this would stem the complaints. Instead, he gathered a couple toys, clambered into the chair and whined softly to himself while driving his motorbike up and over the chair back. Maybe we all need a whining chair now and then.
I'm pretty sure half of psalms were written from the whining chair. . . And that I spend a fair amount of time there myself. But God is good and always manages to lure me out of the chair after a while and into greener pastures, so to speak.
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