Lately, Steve’s diet has taken a turn for the worse. Various kinds of food are falling off the list fast and for many different reasons. Take shrimp for instance. He loves shrimp, so I bought a bag of frozen delights and added it to his salad. He ate a quick dozen and then complained of a sore throat, so like any old couple,we went to bed.
Now I’m a great sleeper, but that night I kept waking up to a gurgling, non-normal breathing sound. And like a real trooper, I went back to sleep. After all, he was still breathing, right. By the next morning his face and throat had swelled to the size of a watermelon, and in a heavy mumbling voice, he said, “I almost had you take me to the emergency room last night, but I didn’t want any more medical bills.”
I couldn’t help myself, I started singing, “Jeremiah was a bull frog, was a good friend of mine.” My sympathy and compassion knows no bounds. Every once in a while Steve gets froggy and threatens to eat more shrimp to get even with me. I always say, “I recommend a small portion. I might not wake up the next time.”
This story is to remind you that nobody is perfect. Even a caregiver. Many families live with discontent, often blaming others. However finding fault in people, merely points toward your own sin — being judgmental. We’re all sinners and only Jesus Christ can save you and mold you into that awesome individual you need to be. So go ahead be exuberantly joyful even in the face of judgement.
When one rules justly over men, ruling in the fear of God, he dawns on them like the morning light, like the sun shining forth on a cloudless morning, like rain that makes grass to sprout from the earth. 2 Sam 23: 3 & 4