Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you. Psalm 55:22 

Have you ever been in a rut? I have. Trust me—it’s not a very nice place. I don’t think I’ve ever said, Hmm, I need a change of scenery…I’d like to stay in a rut. Let me go to Hotels.com and see if there are any nice ruts to visit.  

Nobody likes to stay in a rut. So why do we linger? Because once we get in one, they are so hard to get out of. We get stuck. Being in a rut is like putting a quarter in one of those spiraling winding coin eaters at Wal-Mart or Chuck E. Cheese’s. You put your quarter in and watch it coil down the path until the spirals get smaller and smaller and smaller.

And then…

the quarter crashes into the pile at the bottom.

And that’s what happens to me at times. If I take a negative thought, insert it in my mind, think about it a while, soon my thoughts are spinning round and round and round.

And then…

I crash into a pile of despair.

The other day, my husband could tell I needed cheering up. “Why don’t you go to the gym?” he suggested.

Such a way with words, he has.

I’d rather go shopping! I thought as I gathered my gym gear.

“Don’t forget this,” John insisted as he handed me my new iPod touch. He got it for me for our anniversary. He was so excited he gave it to me four days early because he just couldn’t wait. Naturally, I assumed it was something really special. It was in a sort of small box. I was prepared for jewelry.

or at least…

some sort of jewelry.

As I tore open the package, his face beamed. My first hint that it was not a ring or bracelet or earrings or even a monogrammed pen set in its own little mahogany stand was the Apple logo. I tried to conceal my confusion/disappointment. Why should I be so elated about a gift that I would only use in one place—the gym?

Hmm. I guess that means he thinks I need to exercise more.

“Thanks Honey!”

Fortunately, Valentine’s day is just around the corner. Hopefully it arrives with a black velvet box.  

So, I’m listening to a book on tape on my Apple gizmo at the gym when the author made a comment that startled me. He said that God doesn’t mind when we complain. He actually invites it.

Really?

He said that the most frequent Psalms consist of somebody complaining to God. I’m almost got excited thinking that I had Biblical grounds for whining, but the word nerd in me knew I had to do a little research first. The Israelites were punished severely for complaining and murmuring. There was probably a difference between the lamenting so often referred to in the Book of Psalms and the murmuring that banished the Israelites from the Promised Land. I wanted to make sure I understood the difference before I indulged in a little whine.

So in case you are interested, here’s what I discovered:

Murmur comes from the Hebrew word luwn which means to dwell, to abide, to grumble, to complain. It also means to lodge, stop over, pass the night, abide.

I knew it! A rut really is an ugly place to stay.

When I murmur, I keep my grief. Like a stubborn child, I don’t want to let go of it. I let it accumulate until the bitterness poisons my soul. And it doesn’t just damage my own soul—it’s contagious. Anyone within earshot is affected.

You’ve heard the scripture, “If mama ain’t happy, ain’t no one happy.”?

So true.

Even during the times when I pride myself on holding my tongue, I’m still contagious. That’s because I emit vibes and anyone within close proximity is still susceptible. There have been occasions where I really should have been quarantined.

Don’t tell John I just admitted that. He’d probably shout Halleluiah a little too loud.

A lament is also an expression of complaint, but here’s the difference: When we lament, we voice the grief and then surrender it to God in order to allow Him to restore us.

Think about it. In each Psalm of Lament, the psalmist starts out with a bitter, and I might add—a legitimate complaint—but by the end of the psalm, the psalmist is refreshed in his spirit. How did that happen? Because he didn’t keep the poisonous complaint inside, but rather, he poured it out to the Lord.

A lament has a designated end. But a murmur goes on and on. I know people who have had the same grievance for decades. They’re still mad about something that happened 30 years ago. That’s because they never let it go.  And now, the poison has spread. It has metastasized into other organs and infected those close to them.

Psalms 55:22 says to cast your cares (burdens, complaints, protests, yearnings for jewelry) on the Lord and he will sustain you.

The word cast makes me think of a fishing line. When you cast a reel, you throw that stinky bait as far away as you possibly can. That’s what I need to do with my burdens. They are way too heavy…and besides that—they make me smell bad.  

So the next time you have a bitter complaint, take it to the Lord. Don’t nurse and rehearse it. Voice it and be done with it. Cast it out to the Lord and let Him restore you.

And if that doesn’t work, call me and we’ll go to the gym. I’ll even loan you my iPod.

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So my tecky friends, please share with this viewing audience how you deal with life's aggravations. We can all use a little more advice when it comes to dealing with complaints. What works for you?