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Friday, July 19, 2019


WELL NOW, it seems scientist have determined complaining leads to more complaining.  WHO PAID FOR THAT STUDY??  My sweet friend sent me THIS article from "Southern Living".  NOW I KNOW you are not going to go over there and read it so let me give you the "Readers Digest" version.

You need to STOP complaining as it can lead to brain shrinkage!  THERE WE GO AGAIN---SHRINKING!  As I told you yesterday, wash in cold water to avoid shrinkage.

It seems the more you complain, the more you are going to complain.  SOMEONE sneaks into the deep dark recesses of our brains and rewires them.  The rewiring causes us to automatically complain---without even thinking about it.  My sweet daughter and I have a saying, "First World Problem" when we start complaining about the mundane.  We do not have to worry about where our bread is coming from today, but if the bread is the least bit dry--we are off on a complaining tangent.  We can complain about the least inconvenience in our world filled with conveniences!

As I read this article, I wondered what others---and especially God think when they hear us complaining about things.  IT IS TOO HOT!, as we sit in the lovely air conditioning.  I had to wait for the doctor for an hour, as everyone can be treated in state of the art facilities with highly trained doctors.  I had to sit in traffic forever, as we drive an air conditioned vehicle with gasoline readily available and great roads open for travel.  ON AND ON--start being aware of what you are complaining about and stop to think is it really that bad?

One of my grandmothers was a complainer and the other was always smiling, laughing, and encouraging.  GUESS which one was my favorite?  Who wants to sit around and listen to a bunch of grousing?  AND NOW we find out our brains become hot wired to griping and as we gripe our brain is shrinking.  NO THANK YOU!  Wash my mouth out if you hear me complaining about ANYTHING!  What must God be thinking as I sit here in the midst of a great life and spend even one minute complaining about anything.  I am on a new diet---the no complaining diet.  Who needs their brain to shrink!

Give thanks in all circumstances; 
for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
I Thessolians 5:18


  1. The thing is, Lulu, complaining is in our nature. It's there right from the beginning. Adam and Eve ate the fruit because (they complained) that their life in Paradise was not satisfying enough. They wanted more. They wanted to be like God.

    The Israelites complained to Moses when they left Egypt and wished they were back in slavery because they did not have enough food, (apparently).

    People always complain about the weather, the economy, inflation, the size of their backsides and everything else.

    When I was born the nurse slapped me on the backside and punched my dad in the face! She was mean ... (What's that to do with complaints? I hear you ask. Well, nothing ... but it keeps you reading!)

    God bless.

  2. Of course, you are correct, BUT I may occasionally fall off the wagon, but i intend to try to not complain. Roof over my head, food on my table & a beautiful family-NOTHING to complain about!

    That was one MEAN nurse! We were all blessed the day you were born, Victor. You have filled the world around you with laughter!

  3. I don't know about that study...hmm...grin

    1. Wonder who paid for this, was my first thought!
      Blessings, My Friend!

  4. Yes, we have so much to be thankful for, there should be no room for complaining, Lulu. And I don't need my brain to shrink any more than it already has! Lol!

    1. The shrinkage increases with age unfortunately! Trying to keep my brain functioning!


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