Other times it was sitting with someone who had graciously accepted their sickness. The person in a “season” of adversity, knowing that there was a return to health, had a “handle” on their ordeal. While it was unpleasant, it was temporary.
Others faced more dire circumstance where there was no recovery. It was just a matter of time. That’s all that life is anyway … a matter of time and what we choose to do with it. Some were bitter but more were softened, insightful and steadfast. This made me feel so ungrateful … ashamed at the lack of significance that the blessed ordinariness of life held for me. I took so much for granted … missed so many opportunities to thank God for His goodness. None of us have our health forever
These people counseled me.
What I really learned is that I cannot feel sorry for myself while I am aware of others, especially those who suffer more than I do. Most of us don’t have to look far to find them. Like the young lady in the neighborhood last night … terminal marriage. I am so blessed. A military casualty. Lord only knows the pressure that tears at these couples. She wasn’t complaining. There was a “grace of acceptance” there.
I spend way too much time thinking about my own aches, pains, trials, difficulties, failures. How in the world could I look for happiness with my thoughts mired in my own minor miseries?
Too much time thinking about me, means too little time thinking about God … too little time thinking about others and what I might do to brighten their day or lighten their load.
Forgive me, languishing in my ivory tower Lord … give me YOUR heart for YOUR kids.