Okay, I admit it. Wednesday was Whinesday for me. (Tuesday was too.) I was whining with abandon.
You see, something that I thought wasn't my monkey turned out to be my monkey after all. And I whined. I kicked against it. I told God I wanted out!
God said, "Not yet, kiddo."
I wish I could say I quit whining right there and started acting like a mature adult, but...
It took me until today to pull myself together, yank on my big girl pants, and get positive. I accomplished part of what needed to be done, found out I didn't have to do it all by myself as a dear friend stepped up to do the part I am least comfortable with (hospitality and decorating) and I decided not to be discouraged over the lack of participation from others. Those who are involved in this little shindig on Saturday are going to have a rollicking good time, be blessed by some fellowship with other believers, and those who didn't come...well, maybe next time.
And No More Whining (at least not about this.)