When Life Hands You Lemons

whine…Lets see. The car needs $4,000 worth of repairs. My husband wants me to take it to another mechanic for a second opinion. Only his friend, who is out of town, knows the other mechanic’s name and address.

My husband’s mom is not doing so well. If anything happens, I don’t have a car.

The thirteen year old, after writing the beautiful mother’s day poem in PMSing. She isn't on her period, just the mood swings. Maybe it is not PMS, maybe she is just being 13.

The 18 year old, can’t grasp the concept of why she has to share “her car” with her mother. She is feeling rather put upon.

My 16 year old son has no issues, yet. The night is still young.

Finally, my husband just called to announce he is leaving town immediately on a business trip. He doesn’t know when he will be back. I don’t know who the mystery mechanics is, so how do I get a second opinion on the car?

I am faced with a choice.

I can whine. I like this choice.

On the other hand, I can:

15 Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that confess his name. Heb 13

because I do have this assurance:

28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who^]have been called according to his purpose. Rom 8

Honestly sometimes, my heart is no more mature than the 13 year olds…sigh