Last week, I took a day off from work with every intention of doing absolutely nothing.
Didn’t quite work out that way.
Wifey woke up at around 2:30am that morning, very sick to her stomach.
YMy wife is one of the toughest people I know. She rarely gets to a point where she’s physically incapacitated. So when I tell you that she was in a bad way…take my word for it.
Needless to say, my not-so day off was spent tending to my wife, doing all I could to make her feel as comfortable as possible.
Shameful confession…I was sorely tempted to complain. There was this part of me…the part of me that I’d like to run over with a bus…that thought, “Did she have to get sick on my day off”?
Like I said before, I’d had “big plans”.
But then I thought about God. I mean…when’s the last time He’s had a day off?
Not saying that He needs it. For any theologians reading this, I’m fully aware of those characteristics of His that completely negate any need He would have for rest.
But it’s still interesting to me that God works so tirelessly at taking care of us with little to no consideration for Himself.
I know for a FACT that, from my perspective, I can be an incredible inconvenience to Him more often than not. I complain, I whine, I procrastinate, I misbehave, I misinterpret, I misuse, I misspeak, I don’t listen…
(pauses to breath)
…I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsiderate, I’m uncommitted, I’m unfaithful, I’m uninterested, I’m hardheaded, I’m hypocritical, I’m impractical, I’m…
…pretty sure I could keep going for longer than you’d be willing to read.
And yet, God overlooks this laundry list of flaws and tirelessly takes care of me.
No days off. No nasty attitude. No holding a grudge. Nothing of that sort.
Wish I could say the same for me.
But He and I are working on it.