unveiled

It's no secret I'm a complainer. Spend a few minutes around me and you'll see what I mean. (Just ask the wife) I know I'm not painting a pretty portrait of myself, but that's not why I'm here. Don't get me wrong. I don't intentionally go around looking for things (or people) to rip on. I mostly complain to God. Don't worry, He knows. I just can't figure out what in the world He is doing. I'm at a place that frustrates the life out of me. It feels like a three ring circus with too many clowns. I know God is in control, but I don't feel He is calling me away (yet). Why are things seemingly falling to pieces? Unconfessed sin on my part? Could be. I've been known to be little shady. Or maybe I'm wanting too much of an experience instead of wanting more of God? Could be that also. I really try to be honest with myself but there are times when I just don't know. I should stop before this gets any uglier. Leave it alone.