I can’t go a whole day without grousing about something. Ninny!
I’m short. I need stepstools and tongs in every room. Nincompoop!
I’m an interrupter. People have to talk fast to keep me quiet. Tard!
I make high-pitched squeaks when I’m frustrated. Lame!
I’m large. The effort required for weight loss seems too high a price to pay. Epic fail!
I tend to do almost all steps correctly on any task, but not all. Close, but no cigar. Blockhead!
I need certain circumstances to be socially comfortable. I am still shy. Nerd!
I’m a very good transcriber and proofreader. But technology keeps me humble. Bleh!
I’m not the best at homeschooling; I always seem to be in the middle of something. Heinous!
I wasted my younger years on sin and foolishness. Waste!
I’m not tactful, fashionable, or graceful. Sometimes I’m not even reasonable. Awkward!
I’m not the tenderest caregiver. She’s well cared-for and loved—but I’m no Florence Nightingale. Flop!
I spend more than I should, and my budget is a muddled mess most of the time. Blunderer!
I tend to beat myself up. A lot. I guess that’s obvious from this blog. Yeah; I do that. Bad girl!
Okay, here’s my “comment” (to save you the trouble): God made me, and He doesn’t make mistakes. … I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.
The fact is…
I do go most of the day without grousing. (Grace).
I have fingers to handle those tongs. (Creation.)
I don’t always interrupt! (Miracle.)
Squeaking isn’t cussing. (Example.)
I’m very healthy. (Protection.)
I do some things correctly. (Teachers.)
I am okay socially, often. (Forgiveness.)
I have learned enough technology to do my job. (Truth.)
My daughters preferred the home-school method. (Gift.)
I repented and found hope in Christ. (Savior.)
My mother-in-law is comfortable here. (Peace.)
I’ve had all our needs these 35 years. (Providence.)
So yeah, actually! Many times, things do go right. (Did you notice? It’s all God.)