How many times does the Lord have to teach me the same lesson? I can remember this one from before. Looks like I didn’t pass the first time. Is my face red yet?
I wrenched my back again, and did it ever hurt. I hobbled around my RV complaining to my husband. On top of that my sweet brother had cancer of the liver and had one removed. And guess what else, Lord. My writing really stinks. Why don’t you give me better ideas? Complaining? Yeah, and that was only one day’s worth.
That afternoon I made a trip to the nail shop and ran into a lady there. Nice, elderly woman who wanted to have a conversation while we both got our toenails painted. The dear woman told me her story — how her husband has to take dialysis three times a week for the rest of his life. My brother is doing well with no dialysis. Then she told me about her foot surgery and couldn’t walk at all for several months. I can walk even though my back hurts. To top it all off, after I told the woman I had written several books, she looked at me and laughed. “I could never write a book.”
Lord, when I think my problems are serious, there is always someone else whose life is even more complicated. God forgive me for protesting. Next time help me to praise instead.
Put on the garment of praise instead of the spirit of heaviness. Isaiah 61: 3