I hope you will forgive me today for being cranky about what are minor frustrations when compared with the sufferings others face this very hour.
I can live without my laptop (and with the "laptop rules") when others have fled their homes to avoid rockets and shelling.
I can wait a little longer for a phone call from #1 Son with all his flight plans when other women’s children have been blown up on battlefields and city streets and in their own homes.
I can survive two very hot days by staying in an air-conditioned corner of the house or going to the movies or drinking iced coffee when people are dying in other parts of the country because they don’t have access to a fan or adequate water or the money to pay the electric bill.
I will recover from a muscle pull that limits computer and knitting time during this vacation and appreciate the leisure I have to read a book while many people have no such thing as paid time to recuperate and refresh themselves from the stresses of life.
When I am overly focused on myself, God, forgive me my frustrations. Help me to remember that the blessings in my life are not rewards, just as the losses of those who suffer are not punishments. Help me to remember that we are all loved by you.