I had a surprising taste of God's wrath today. Not aimed at me, but a feeling I can only guess was close to approaching God's anger at the Israelites when they yet again chose disobedience to God's law. I have a neighbor whose declining health is necessitating more care than an occasional visit can give. On the one hand, she is appreciative of the help and meals given her. Yet in the blink of an eye, she can become sullen, argumentive, and downright nasty; all while contradicting herself with her own version of the facts--sometimes in the same sentence. Stubborn!
While listening to her latest rant today, I couldn't help but remember the Israelites wandering in the desert, demanding provision from the Lord. In Exodus 15 and 16, the people complained because things weren't like they were before. "...the people grumbled...'What are we to drink?'" (Exodus 15:24 NIV) The Israelites grumbled all through chapter 16, never listening to what was offered to them, never realizing it all was for their benefit, from a God Who loved them and gave them chance after chance to accept all He was willing to give.
I had to administer 'toughlove' today. I had to remove myself from the situation--of course, after saying my piece. There are programs in place to help seniors. The problem lies in the willingness to accept the help from these programs. If the person says 'no', no help can be given. The agencies cannot go against the senior's wishes.
After seeing the reality of her situation; the depth of how much help is needed, my occasional bowl of soup or pan of cornbread isn't going to cut it. But she is set in her ways--indeed, stiff-necked--and is either unable or unwilling to see the truth that has become her life.
Oh LORD, help me find the balance point between what I can and cannot do.