This morning while I was emptying the dishwasher, I grumbled. I
was thankful my husband helped clean up the kitchen the night before, but he didn’t
load it the way I prefer. For one instance, I want the knives pointing
down, but he places them up. They are visible enough to avoid their points when I am unloading, but
I still make the request that he load them my way, sometimes graciously, sometimes
not.
Same in other situations. I appreciate his help, but it’s
easy to find logs, splinters, and nits if things aren’t done according to my
preference.
As I’ve aged I’ve gotten a little better at appreciating rather than complaining, especially after my brush with breast cancer, but I still slip up now and then and God lets me know, often immediately, as he did this morning.
My first reading was from 1 Corinthians 13: 13: “And now there remain faith, hope, and
charity, these three: but the greatest of these is charity.”
Charity in words, deeds — and thoughts, giving someone
the benefit of the doubt, not judging motives or finding fault.
In my devotion, Living
Faith, Melanie Rigney stated, “Remember, God is God and we are his
servants, not his judges.”
When things don’t go my way, or people act or do things different
from what I think is proper and just, I’ll try to remember God has not appointed
me judge over anyone, least of all Him.
Your will, Lord, not
mine. Amen.
