It had been a long day. The car said I'd been on the road for 31 minutes but it felt like considerably longer. I'd left my house fourteen hours earlier and hadn't been home since.
I'll be honest, I was starting to feel sorry for myself and my long day. While parts of it (like dinner!) were really nice, but other parts (like repeatedly trying to convince a 5 year old to share) weren't so nice. I was exhausted and on the brink of tears for no apparent reason.
I needed to make a phone call to some friends. Since I knew they go to bed early (and were an hour ahead) I contemplated calling them while driving, something I rarely (one might say "never") do. Even though it meant missing them tonight, I'm so glad I waited.
Instead, as I pulled into my subdivision, my phone lit up. On the other end, I found my friend Kevin.
He himself on his way home after a very long day... except after work he joined a friend at a hospital bedside where he stayed until he called me. Tomorrow, he's getting up to do it all over again.
"They haven't gotten any good news lately, and don't except to," he said.
Instantly my self-pity washed away. I felt so convicted that I was upset over my fourteen-hour day that I planned myself when he was dealing with a longer, unplanned day.
We spoke for forty minutes. There were no tears. But there was a lot of honest confession and sympathizing with each other. "This is hard," we must have each said fifteen times. But almost as many times we said how God has worked and is working through hard.
In the words of the five year old who refuses to share, "Don't do easy things. Do hard things."
Let's do hard. Let's do it for His glory. And let's not feel sorry for ourselves in it.
I don't know about you, but I needed that reminder today and every day.
PS: Check out my friend Hannah's blog about a Bulgarian Sunrise. It was another reminder I needed. Hannah's on the World Race right now so they're ministering in eleven different countries in the next eleven months. Wow!