I’ve been convicted lately about my so-called “trials”
in life. As I was preparing my World
Race application a few weeks ago, my computer died and I had to re-format. I have a new boss at work and that has caused
the tension in the office to triple, which in turn has tripled my stress
level. I wanted to be productive last
Sunday and get some things done, but our power was out all day and all night. A few months ago some kids smashed my truck
window and stole all of my CDs. On
Monday I went to the mall to return a shirt, only to find that the store I was
looking for isn’t in the mall anymore.
Couple that with the fact that I made a wrong turn and got lost for 20
minutes and pretty much the rest of the day I was in a bad mood. But were those things really that bad? Did I really suffer because I lost my
CDs? Was I physically or emotionally
scarred because I got the “blue screen of death” on my computer? While I am ashamed to find such selfishness
within me, I’m thankful that God has opened my eyes. The struggles that others around the world face are far
worse than anything I have endured, and I am blessed to have the opportunity to
share their burdens starting in July.
Until then, I will smile each time the Evil One tries to make me
stumble, because I know he wouldn’t bother if he didn’t feel threatened.
