So today I had to deal with some
insurance and medical stuff for my daughter. Through some mess up or
the other, the insurance will only speak with me and not my wife.
While we are trying to get it changed, the process takes time. My
daughter has a persistent rash and some other symptoms and is overdue
for her 3 year checkup, so we are trying to get her in ASAP.
Unfortunately, the new insurance had her down with a doctor who isn't
taking new patients. I had to find a doctor who is taking new
patients and accepts the insurance then call the insurance and get
that set up and then call the doctor and make an appointment. They
set the appointment for Monday, but my wife wanted in sooner, so I
had to call to see about getting a sooner one, etc. etc.
My job allows me a small amount of
freedom and flexibility. In the midst of all of this, I am at work
trying to get work done but also have some school work that I would
rather spend my “flexible” time doing. Long hold times,
bureaucratic muck-ups, lost study opportunity and rude CSRs was all
wearing this my already raw nerves. So where did my selfish and pride
filled heart direct all that angst? At my wife.
Here I am working to pay the bills,
studying to further my 'career', I have a sermon to write and errands
to run of my own. I am busy doing good and worthy things. How dare
she not be able to take time out of her day and take of this! Doesn't
she realize how busy I am?! ARGH!!!
Then that pesky Holy Spirit tapped me
on my spiritual shoulder and reminded me that I am to love my wife as
Christ loved the church (Ephesians 5:25): He sacrificed Himself for
her. My 3 month pregnant wife (who's “morning sickness” doesn't
seem to know when morning is over) is home with a rather rambunctious
and hyper 3 year old who's rear is itchy and allergies are in full
swing. Throw on top of that the seemingly endless unpacking we are
doing on top of trying to keep the house clean and maintaining some
level of sanity.
And here I was, upset and frustrated
because I had to use my precious time dealing with aggrevation and
stress of doctors' offices and insurance providers. My selfishness
was saying that what was needed was for my already-at-wits-end wife to be the one to deal with this mess and this stress and leave me to my cushy
job and my stressful-but-highly-enjoyable school work. What a jerk!
No, I am happy that God allowed me to
handle the mess and stress of dealing with overworked nurses and “I
hate my life” customer service reps. Its those moments when we are
able to say, “Here let me bear that for you” that we see real
Grace and real Love lived out.
If my frustration and aggravation
allowed in even some small way for my wife's day to be a little
better …. thank you, Lord for allowing me to suffer through that.
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