Your resident grump-a-dumps

I really wanted to scour the closest thing Oahu has to a flea market, so off to the Stadium Swap Meet we went.

God taught me much about rejoicing in every circumstance, because we hopped through obstacles aplenty to get there. So I morphed into a grump-a-dump (which is what the Mister and I call each other when we do not trust that the Lord has everything in control for our good, despite our circumstances). "God's in control," the Mister reminded me. God magnified to me my pride and selfishness in a seemingly petty situation, for everything worked out swimmingly, as it always does, homemade honey roasted macadamia nuts and mango lilikoi jam and all.


The following afternoon, the Mister really wanted to snorkel with Nemo, Crush, and Squirt in Hanauma Bay. Except we had to dive through hurdles to reach our destination.


So the Mister became a grump-a-dump.


"God's in control," I reminded him. And just like always, everything worked out rather peachy after all, and the Mister got to swim with amiable sea creatures whilst I dwelt in natural wondrousness.




God has an amusing way of showing us the absurdity of our sin when we are being grump-a-dumps, and consequently, how so very good he is.