I am a complainer. There I said it--like it was a big surprise to those of you who know me, right? Tonight at The Well service I was convicted about my complaining. (been quite a convicting couple of weeks, huh?)
So I prayed that God would make complaining (mine and others') abhorrent to me. Might as well go all the way, not disgusting, not sad, not terrible, etc. etc. etc. Just go right to abhorrent, the most disgusting word!
Because I asked that God make me disgusted by complaining, I wanted to seal the deal as it were and went to the cross for prayer. A girl named Simone prayed for me and she was a voice in the darkness let me tell you. (remind me to send that godly woman a thank you note) She said just the right words and God came and touched my heart.
Now for the hard part.
If you hear me complaining, call it out! I want to be accountable to my request of my Papa.