"Got a pout house?"

I guess we all should have one, but I suspect few of us do. There are times when we all need one, but how many of us have one?

I’m talking about a pout house. A friend of mine told me about her Grandpa’s pout house. It was actually a storage building where he would retreat when life wasn’t going his way, e.g., he’d had a disagreement with his wife, or was just feeling down for some reason. He’d go out to his pout house where he’d sit and pout and have a little pity party. Then he’d get over it, come out, and be fine.

Do you have a pout house? A place where you go and get over it? Maybe you have a pout house on wheels. When something doesn’t go your way, you make a pout house except instead of being by yourself, you act pitiful in front of the people around you as an attempt to get sympathy.

God gave you life to enjoy, not make others miserable with you. So find a pout house where you can go and be alone until God’s spirit helps you get over it; a place where you can listen to life and make a life, not just a living.