The other day I was complaining at God about myself. Seems like I do a lot of that… (Read also – Why, God?))
I was complaining that I am insufficient for the job He has been asking me to do. I’m not a patient enough mother, not a good enough listener, not an understanding or respectful enough wife. I am too quick to jump to conclusions and tend to think I have all the answers, but really it just makes me seem clueless and inconsiderate. I’m somehow unable to ever finish ordinary household tasks before my husband comes home from work at night and he ends up picking up my slack. (No, I don’t feel this is something I have to do, just something I love the idea of being able to do for him – trust me, it never happens).
Anyhow, I had a whole litany of my faults that I laid out at His feet to complain at Him for doing such a “poor job” when he created me….