Okay, so we all have those days (weeks, months, etc.), when we think- Okay, God, enough already. I can't handle ONE MORE THING. Not to be dramatic, but come on, we all have them.
Well, call it post-partum, or whatever, but I've been there for about two months now. There just always seems to be one more thing. The kids are sick, the cat has to go to the vet... which leads to more bills we can't pay... the car's messing up... one more bill we can't pay... always something. I allow myself to wallow briefly in self pity, and then I go to our home group on Sunday nights, and I am brought back to the reality that some people face. Nothing like mine. We recently did a outreach opportunity where we collected toiletries for a local under-priveleged trailer park. TOILETRIES, people. I'm talking about toilet paper, tooth-paste. This isn't the Soviet Union, this is in the United States of America. Yet, there are people living in poverty that we choose not to see. And I'm complaining about the cat vet bill. Small potatoes, don't you think?
Well, I forget, so that might be why I felt led to take this post in this direction tonight. Martin had an "incident" at work, and had to go to the ER, resulting in the diagnosis of a sprained knee, and bruised hip, bum and ego. They will check him out at the Orthopedic Dr. in the next couple days to see if his knee is further damaged, as he already is in need of surgery, and could've worsened the situation. We both cringed at the idea of the co-pay that will follow. Then, I remember our outreach project and feel like an idiot for even comparing our situation to theirs.
Thank you, Lord, for insurance, jobs to pay for insurance, food at the end of a long day, and comfy bed to sleep in, and toilet paper, and tooth paste to make life just a tad more comfortable.
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