Moaning and Groaning

With every step I take the pain from my foot overwhelms me I didn’t remember injuring myself. Surely it should have gotten better after a couple of weeks. But no, it persists and seems to have gotten worse with each passing day. I grumble and complain, I moan and groan and think “why me?” Why is this scourge heaped on top of having to work in the unbearable summer heat? How long can I take this? Then it occurs to me, “How did He do it”? How did He drag that heavy cross up the hill then hang there for 3 hour in the hot sun never complaining, not once. And I’m sure that there was no one there with any encouragement. No one there to pat Him on the back, say “good job” or “at-a-boy”. No…to the contrary…they only made fun of Him.
Perhaps I need to rethink this, suck it up, offer it up; maybe cover it up with a smile. After all, at 5 o’clock I am going home, take a cool refreshing shower, put on my PJ’s, crawl in to my king size bed with clean sheets and fall asleep under the droning of a new ceiling fan.


Thank you, Lord, for the daily reminders for you sacrifice.
Forgive me, Lord, for all the grumbling.
Please, Lord Jesus, give me the wisdom to see suffering for its paradoxical benefits.

Amen


7/18/2008