We live in the land of milk and honey where the freedom to choose nearly everything rests in our hands, yet we complain...often.
Words, in God's economy, always have a destination. He explains in Isaiah 55:8-9:
"I don't think the way you think. The way you work isn't the way I work." God's Decree. "For as the sky soars high above the earth, so the way I work surpasses the way you work, and the way I think is above the way you think. Just as rain and snow descend from the skies and don't go back until they've watered the earth, doing their work of making things grow and blossom, producing seed for the farmers and food for the hungry, so will the words that come out of my mouth not come back empty-handed. They'll do the work I sent them to do, they'll complete the assignment I gave them."I wonder what assignment I'm giving my whining words to complete.
Whining words: Go and insult God and what He provides for me.
Whining words: Stay right in front of me so I will forget to praise God for who He is.
Whining words: Collect the dust of pity and make a victim cloud for me to carry. Then I'll speak out of my victim cloud and not hear God speaking out of His cloud of guidance for me.
God is right. I don't think the way He thinks. His words are far above mine, doing the work He has given them to do.
I'd like to trade in my whining words for more productive thinking. That might be a step in the right direction.
