“That’s their problem, not mine.”
How many times have we both said, and heard, this phrase?
How many times do we see this in Scripture? Food for thought!
It is far too easy to dismiss the struggles and frustrations of others because it’s inconvenient, or a lot more effort than we want.
Why am I thinking about this now? Because my husband and I are caught right in the middle of red-taped bureaucratic change.
The process is not at all considerate of ways, means, or the amount of time wasted.
Typical government garbage.
The only way compassion can be infused is if the people making the decisions had to actually deal with the process they are inflicting on others.
I’m not going to get into the logistics of it all, this ranty post is not about the details.
It’s more about this process that seems to expect us to all run like programmed computer software.
Forget the physical exertion needed. Shutdown the emotional and mental reactions— no one cares, so just suck it up and press on! So what if it costs you way more money than it should?
What if someone did care?
What if, when decisions that affect the lives of others were made with the consideration, cushioning, for the reality that people are not like computer software programs, at all?
For the last 2+ decades, my family has lived in situations where someone is always changing something that directly affects us, and we just have to roll with their punches.
So, I can’t help but wonder— what if the politicians and bigwigs making all these spur-of-the-moment changes, had to actually live through the process and the consequences of those decisions?
Well— things would sure be more people-friendly then, wouldn’t they?
I find the lack of compassion in so many systems, disturbing.
Thank God we have Jesus and The Holy Spirit to help us through all the cold-shouldered processes that seem to be increasing at an alarming speed, with every vote, every signature from those who think they rule, rather than govern with compassion and understanding.
The government is upon His shoulders, and the weight never crushes Him.
So even with all these added, burdensome care’s inflicted on us— my soul can still sing— Thank You, Jesus. Especially when my emotions want to lash out, my body wants to collapse in exhaustion, and my heart wants to mirror cold-shouldered, cold-hearted responses to the inflictors.
Today, will be worked out.
Complications tomorrow will be worked out.
Jesus will always be my Rock in times of struggle.
Always, in all ways.