Then today. Woke up with my left foot swollen and the top part red (it still is). It hurt off and on (not too bad until the evening). I was mentally complaining...."really?!?! Why me..Again! It's not fair. *pout" Okay...more whining I guess. The gracious God in Heaven I serve didn't "zap" me or slap me on the back of the head (both I deserve). Nope. He listened.
He reminded me of a previous lesson (give thanks in all things).
He urged me and have me the strength to do dishes (one of my nightly goals I'm trying to turn into a habit).
And the most humbling? This was my devotion that I normally read in the morning, but hadn't until a few minutes ago.
God is so amazing and so loving. Even in my whining He loves me.