J.M.J.A.T.K.G
Last Friday, I came upon a site called whitewhine.com. It takes tweets and facebook posts of people complaining about the most ridiculous things. While I laughed at a few of the posts- I was horrified at some of the "complaints". People were truly upset about the new iPhone, road construction at early hours and interactions with non-English speakers.
Even though I left the website with a sick stomach- it did make me think. I asked myself what do I complain about? Is it a white girl problem or a real problem?
Of course, whatever the problem God will always listen to me. God will never say "Oh girl please! That's a white girl problem- you're on your own!"
Although I've never been one to complain to others. Over the weekend I medidated on what problems irritate me. I asked myself, "Should I be upset about this? Will getting upset solve anything? Again is this a while girl problem?" The answers was usually "no" "no" and "yes". This helped me relax and have a smile on my face.
I also maveled at how well God truly knows me. (S)he used a little humor and alittle "shock therapy" to help me mediate on what really matters.
God is awesome.
Last Friday, I came upon a site called whitewhine.com. It takes tweets and facebook posts of people complaining about the most ridiculous things. While I laughed at a few of the posts- I was horrified at some of the "complaints". People were truly upset about the new iPhone, road construction at early hours and interactions with non-English speakers.
Even though I left the website with a sick stomach- it did make me think. I asked myself what do I complain about? Is it a white girl problem or a real problem?
Of course, whatever the problem God will always listen to me. God will never say "Oh girl please! That's a white girl problem- you're on your own!"
Although I've never been one to complain to others. Over the weekend I medidated on what problems irritate me. I asked myself, "Should I be upset about this? Will getting upset solve anything? Again is this a while girl problem?" The answers was usually "no" "no" and "yes". This helped me relax and have a smile on my face.
I also maveled at how well God truly knows me. (S)he used a little humor and alittle "shock therapy" to help me mediate on what really matters.
God is awesome.