The heat makes me cranky. It turns me into a lazy, self-absorbed slug. In short, I'm not a nice person when I get hot. I live in an air-conditioned home, drive an air-conditioned car, and still I complain.
It's not just the heat that makes me complain. I'm a chronic complainer. In Book of Mormon terms, I am a "murmurer." I whine about the heat. I whine when food prices go up. I whine about the cost of gas.
Is there anything I don't compalin about? Well, there is something. I don't complain about the Father's love. I've been thinking about that a lot lately. I marvel at His unfailing love, His unflinching devotion to His children, despite those times when we (I) least deserve it.
So, for today, I am grateful for the Father's love. (I'm also grateful for air-conditioning!)
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