Waiting in line to check in a man in a wheelchair next to me called attention to the bag strapped to my leg. He showed me his. I told him I’d been wearing a catheter for five days and was eager to have it removed.
He told me he’d been wearing a catheter for four-and-a-half years. They had to remove it and install another one every three months. On top of that he was also waging a battle against cancer.
My problems paled in comparison to this vet’s battles. I felt ashamed for all the griping and complaining I’d been doing about my problems.
I take myself too seriously sometimes. I wallow in self-pity and engage in trivial grumbling. I like to make insurmountable, hopeless obstacles out of petty grievances.
Wednesday knocked me down a notch. A glitch in hospital protocol caused an extra stop where I met the man in the wheelchair. God arranged that glitch and encounter to teach me something about humility. I was focused on me and my petty trial and discomfort. Not others. Not God.
Lessons from Philippians 2,
In humility consider others better than yourselves,
and . . .do not merely look to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.
and . . .Do all things without grumbling or complaining.