That Thorn
First, I would have to say that blessed are they that only read me and don't have to listen to me. I noticed today that I am whining. To myself in thought. To God in prayer. One would think that a whine comes with the shrill crescendo in pitch and emotion. Nope. It can even be done silently. This post is part of the blog carnival which is hosted by Peter. A bunch of us strange, wordy folk like to post our different perspectives on a word or a topic. (You can check out more posts, better than mine, here .) This is how I came to realize today that I was whining: I was debating what I have to be disappointed about. While I admit I don't think about this topic often, I did today. And that is where I found the quiet voice that became louder the more I prodded: I am disappointed that I struggle with pain. And this is why those who read me are more blessed than those who have to listen to me (because friends do need to...