The Shouldn't Haftas

I had a bad case of the Shouldn't Haftas this morning.

I shouldn't hafta do this.
I shouldn't hafta wake up early and assemble tubes and syringes and feeding bags.
I shouldn't hafta hook my daughter up to a tube all day.
I shouldn't hafta say 'no' to Charlie when he asks me to build Legoes with him.
I shouldn't hafta ...

Shouldn't Hafta-itis is bad.
It's bad for a marriage.  (common side effects are the 'I-do-more-than-you-do-flu')
It's bad for relationships.  (symptoms include a rash of 'my-life-is-way-harder-than-yours') 
It's bad for your waistline (chocolate may temporarily relieve symptoms but not cure the cause)


The only antidote for me seems to be remembering that this is what love is.

And for me, I remember that Love did a lot of things for me that He should not have had to do.

And I bet He didn't think ...

I shouldn't have to be born in a manger
I shouldn't have to get my feet this dirty
I shouldn't have to tolerate friends who will betray
I shouldn't have to carry this cross
I shouldn't have to die

That's how much He loves us.

So I humbly ask for forgiveness.  I need to trust the God who set me on this path. Complaining like the Isrealites in the dessert is a sinful lack of faith in the God who has demonstrated great faithfulness unto me.

His love is the cure for the Shouldn't Haftas