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 listen to each other, right?). I have talked abou