You’ve no doubt heard the saying, “I complained I had not shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been struggling with the pain and changes to my life as a result of the recent surgery. I’ve looked forward to a day when I can wake up feeling ‘normal’.
This morning on Sine TV I watched the BBC Songs of Praise. The programme cameÂ Â from Ireland and commemorated Mothering Sunday. It included an interview with a lady who had just had her first baby. Nothing remarkable in that, except that when she was a toddler, this lady was pulled barely alive from a burning vehicle. She lost more than 75% of her skin and has endured more than 20 years of operations and pain. The surgeons have reconstructed her face and fingers. She has a wonderful husband and has given birth to a lovely child. It was humbling to hear of her physical struggles, wrestling with her faith and her realisation that God has been with her all the way.
It also made me realise how much I have to be grateful for. I have been in pain, but nothing like hers or many others like her. It made me feel ashamed that I have complained of my lot.
The apostle Paul tells us to give thanks for everything (Ephesians 5:20) and in everything. It is sad that it takes someone in a worse situation to remind us how little we have to complain of. Nothing can separate us from the love of God …