My kids have a book called "My No, No, NO Day!" and it's about a little girl who throws a fit or complains about everything, all day long. It's fun to read to them because I get to do the yelling/whining parts exactly like they do. At the end of the book, the mom asks her daughter "Who wants a bedtime story?", and the girl yells, "Nobody!" But her mom comes and sits by her bed and reads the girl's favorite story anyway, and then the little girl tells her mom she's sorry for the bad day.
I have a lot of my own type of "No, No, NO" days. I don't always apologize at the end of them, either. But even after I've been a jerk and complained about silly things...I'm still loved. By my family, and by the Lord. I have a hard time accepting that, even though I'm quick to forgive others for things...I don't give myself the same grace.
Anyway. This was on my mind because I've been doing a lot of silent complaining today. And I wonder, when the day is over, if I'll have learned anything, or if I'll still be frustrated about the same things when I wake up tomorrow.
I spend a lot of time running in circles of my own creation.