Ron's in a bitter and angry mood this morning.
Sometimes I want to shake him and say "count your blessings, already!". Do you know, in the old Soviet Union, disabled people had to share wheelchairs? I get it one week, you get it next week, Bob gets it the third week, and then it comes back to me.
And he has 3 wheelchairs. And a wheelchair ramp. A devoted wife. 3 wonderful cats, electricity, utilities, a good roof over his head, savings, enough money to eat out now and then, I could go on.
But he's bitter about his problems, and angry that God won't come back and "fix" him. Maybe God needs him like this!
That's how I always approach my issues, God has to have me exactly the way I am. I can't do what He needs me to do any other way. If I were "normal", I would be useless (and I would probably have a very boring blog).
I know Ron has a lot of problems, I just wish, for once, he would practice gratitude (and this from a woman battling depression).
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