He strikes yet again; this morning I opened Our Daily Bread and read about (im)patience, about people complaining, griping and making a fuss out of a 3-hour plane delay largely because of their own self-centredness, and I just saw myself in there of the past few weeks. I've been complaining and grouching a lot, if not vocally then at least in my heart, being highly impatient with myself in my work and wanting this time to just fly by. But I'm missing the point - all things have their seasons and times, as they say, and in being a grouchball I've just lost sight of God and His larger scale of things. 'twas all me me me me and argh I can't stand this argh why can't I get it argh me me me; it seeped even into my attitudes towards people, subtly into my relationships and correspondences with them, even into my words. I feel ashamed, and rightly so for all this selfishness, but this morning I begged once again to know the Cross and to understand His love just a tad bit more... Then it lifted, and things began to take shape within the right perspective; as soon as I felt that incredible mercy my heart was reminded of the scale of that love and compassion for the world. Jolted out of my miniscule, self-enclosed world, my eyes were opened to the things that really matter. God help me, but rebuke me, if I ever wilfully complain - 'bitch', as they say - about my work, anything, or anyone; how can I bring myself to do so after everything you've done?
Do you complain and gripe and fret?
Or is your life controlled inside
Because in Jesus you confide? —Branon
