I was a single mom with twin boys. One
hot summer day (I live in Florida!), I was running errands with my boys in the
car. They weren’t walking yet so at every stop I had to get out, get the
stroller out of the trunk, set it up (never easy!), get one boy out of his car
seat, strap him in the stroller, go around to the other side and get the other
boy out, strap him in the stroller. I guess I don’t have to tell you about the
reverse procedure . . . Anyway, we were all hot, miserable, and cranky, and I
indulged in an epic pity-party. Poor me. Doing this all by myself. Sniff sniff.
Later, while I was still sulking, God provided me with a ringside seat as
another mother proceeded to unload her son from the car. Into a wheelchair. He
was much older than my children and clearly would never graduate from wheels to
walking.
Perspective. It cured me of my
whining. My boys eventually learned to walk and lead normal healthy lives. One
challenging day – or several – is not a lifetime.
By labeling our troubles as light and
momentary, Paul isn’t “downplaying our problems as if they were no big deal.”* There are plenty of examples in the gospels of Jesus’ concern for our everyday
problems – from missing a meal to suffering from a bleeding disorder one’s
whole life. But stand your problems up next to your ultimate reward and you will
see which one is tall and which one is short.
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