All of us whine. I know as a thirty-something, I whine quite a bit (shamefully). Our kids whine. Your kids whine. Our parents whine. Whining doesn’t go away, even with age.
I don’t want to go to work tomorrow (true story – praying for snow!).
I don’t want to do laundry, and I definitely don’t want to fold it.
They don’t want to put their toys away.
They don’t want to drink water.
They don’t want to clean their room.
The lines in the grocery store are too long.
Traffic is moving too slow.
We have been a bunch of whining children since the beginning of time.
Taking it back to Exodus, reading in chapters 16 and 17, after all that God had already done for Israel, they were worried they would die of starvation and of thirst. They griped about it. Not just… “Hey Moses, we are hungry, what’s for dinner?” No, they said “Would to God we had died by the hand of the LORD in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the flesh pots, and when we did eat bread to the full; for ye have brought us forth into this wilderness, to kill this whole assembly with hunger.”
Do you see what they said? They said that they would die at God’s hand. After all that He had already demonstrated to them. Wow. Just wow.
I am going to try to break this cycle and prayerfully stop my own whining.
Oh, and just incase you are not familiar with Exodus, it is after this whining that God had manna rain down from heaven for them to eat. He met their needs every day despite their ungrateful whining. Lord, thank you!