Thursday, June 29, 2006

WBS

It's official. I have it--WBS. I've always suspected it, but tried to rationalize it away. The symptoms have been there my whole life, but who wants to admit to having such a malady? I didn't want to be treated differently. Some have hinted I may have it and my husband has suffered from it for decades. Finally we have a diagnosis. I have Whiny Baby Syndrome.

It was confirmed on Monday while I was having lunch with a couple of friends. No, they didn't tell me I have it. They're much too nice for that. But you know you have Whiny Baby Syndrome when you find yourself getting defensive when pushed for an explanation or when the words coming out of your own mouth suddenly sound so stupid. You can be sure there is a problem when pointed questions punch you in the gut and really nice people give you a half-hearted "Mmm" while nodding their heads slowly, their facial expressions resembling people who are not buying the swampland in Florida or your story.

I was sure I had WBS when I heard my recent responses to the question. You know, THE question this time of year, "How's your summer going?" Some sob story came out of me about how my summer had just begun because my husband's production was finally over. One night was especially embarrassing when I told a couple that church "crap" (yes, I actually used that word--OUCH--see how bad I have it?) was biting into our summer. PLEASE! My life is not that bad. (Funny, you'd think I'd know this. One of my kids hears this about his own life nearly daily.) My life is very good, in fact. I have nothing to complain about. I must be a whiny baby.

"Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe" (Philippians 2:14-15).

OW, OW, OW!!! Forgive me if you have had to endure my complaining and thank you for your patience. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up my star considerably and tend to the gaping hole in my head.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

God knows that we are going to be whiny babies. I think it is all part of the process. I have been very frustrated with dealing with so many Christians afraid to display what is really in their heart. He wants us to cry, complain and then console each other. How better to come to Him. He knows that every day is going to be difficult, many times near unbearable. Doesn't He want us to be honest with Him and the other's around us? Doesn't showing that I am weak help those who don't know Him see what He can do? I can't put on my "Sunday best" every day. There has to be time for discouragement and sorrow.
James 5:9& 10 tells us to " Be sad, cry & weep .... don't be too proud before the Lord, and He will make you great. Every day isn't to be a pity party but don't forget that God doesn't want our spit and polish act either. Sometimes we just need to cry together to our God.

Anonymous said...

Dear whinny baby,
That's OK! The Christian walk is a process of maturing. A 2, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60 or even a 70 yr
old doesn't have it all together. The Christian life is a process of growing just as human life is. We will have it all together when at last we see our Saviour face to face. PTL!

Jilian Burgess said...

Amen! From one WBS sufferer to another, aren't you glad God doesn't look at us that way? I think we need to take a few more moments to step back from situations and see all the little blessings he's given us.

Kara Bird said...

Tami~
So that's what's wrong with me! :) he he... I definately had a heavy case of WBS this weekend... guess I need to use some elbow greese on my star as well. :) That verse gets me every time!