Last week I had an issue with our local Walgreens. Something with some medicine I needed refilled for one of my children and a hassle getting the drug store to fill it. There were a few different phone calls, too many minutes spent on hold, red tape with insurance, and a frustrating conversation with a pharmacist where they made me feel like I was doing something wrong when all I was doing was following the doctor's orders. And it, of course, came right smack dab in the midst of a day with many other unrelated headaches, because that's just how life is sometimes, right?
But, once my pity party lifted, I was convicted afresh.
What in the world was I complaining about?!!
A minor hassle. Obviously I've spent way too much time in a 1st world country! Now for a little perspective on how some of the rest of the world attempts to get needed medicine.
Here is the "Zee Drug Store" I took a picture of while in Ethiopia a couple years ago:
It's OUTSIDE, with bags of who-knows-what to be rummaged through!
May I in America never get so busy with my complaining that I forget my blessings!