And he said: Amen I say to you, that no prophet is accepted in his own country- Luke 4: 24
After a long day at my cardiologist I came home with plans to meet daughter at bus stop, take a nap, and then write 5K words for my WIP. Instead she came home with a stomach bug and when I asked some of my family for help I got my head handed back to me. I felt like a leper…
When I pulled out my Lent Devotional Guide for today the scripture smack across my chest. There are times when I can tell that my family are fed up with my health limitations. The eye rolls, the heavy sighs, the “what’s wrong with you now” questions when I ask for help. I try very hard not to ask them for anything, but my heart function is considerably lower than last year and my daughter has never been sick, not even a cold. Nonetheless, the reaction I received made me fell pretty bad.
I have no clue what Christ felt like when those who cheered him on as he came into the city of Jerusalem turned on him and made him feel like they didn’t care about his sacrifice and his love when he became inconvenient for them. I just pray I don’t brush Him off when He asks me to help someone in need. I pray I don’t grunt or belittle my family who is trying despite their disabilities.
Don't get me wrong I love my family. I understand it gets exhausting. I just wished we could treat each other better despite our exhaustion. Perhaps that's the human condition...