A lesson of humility.
I got ahead of my normal routine today to get "AM" to school early and make it to the local food bank before it began to flood with people. On the 20 minute drive there I found myself grumbling in my mind about how I’m tired of struggling financially and how tired I am of being on this gestational diabetic diet that I’m on while pregnant. "I’m sick of eating yogurt and eggs, brown rice and salad. I just want to drink a freakin’ grande cinnamon dolce latte with whipped cream and eat some petite vanilla bean scones! I'm pregnant, I should be able to eat whatever I want, this sucks." Basically throwing a mental tantrum over the last 12 dollars I have left in my bank account (hence the trip to the food bank, the struggle is that real right now). Anyway, I was brought to humility when I got to the food bank and saw the other people who were there who appeared to be homeless. There was a lady with a clipboard asking everyone how many in their family. Most people just had themselves and there I was with a husband, kids, and a home to go to afterward. Anyway, I filled my two reusable grocery bags with loaves of wheat bread, ground turkey, veggies, and –praise the lord- strawberries (all perfect for gestational diabetes)! I have been dying for strawberries by the way, which are impossible to find at a decent price this time of year. Humbled almost to the point of tears walking back to my car with my warm jacket and scarf on as a lady with a push cart walked the opposite direction. I felt awful about being so ungrateful on the way there and then leaving with bags full of free food to take back to the family I have and the home that we are blessed enough to live in. When I got home I made myself half of a leftover steak with eggs, toast, and a decaf coffee. As I sat and ate it I was humbled once more as I thought about my earlier fit over my first world problems. How spoiled am I? I thought to myself. I’m eating a steak right now while people all over the world (even in my own community) don’t know where their next meal is going to come from. I stopped right then and thanked the Lord for giving me the eyes and heart to see that truth in that moment. I pray God would always bring me to that humble place whenever I have that sense of selfish entitlement. It’s not all about me... Stay blessed and unhindered!