I visited Ian today, and he slept the entire time I was with him. That’s not unusual for Ian when I’m there, though, and I know that he needs it to heal.

I’ve been thinking about complaining lately. What got me started was overhearing a few people complaining about something that seemed really trivial…well, trivial compared to the struggle that Ian is going through right now. There is often a sinful momentary angry uprising in my heart lately when I hear complaining. I’m angry, because I think they have no right to complain. “If anyone has a right to complain,” I think, “it’s us or Larissa or Ian.” It’s only momentary, because when I hear the complainer it seems my own complaining heart is echoing. Then I remind myself that Jesus would be the only one who would have a right to complain (if there is such a right, of course). What I experience of difficulty is nothing compared to what He experienced for me and nothing compared to what I should have experienced. The breadth and depth of His grace is amazing; how patient he is with me.

Pray for Ian.

Steve