Why Not Me?

The other day Mrs Mindmap got a rather fancy invitation to attend a dinner in London with lots of top notch important types. I was stoked! I mean, I know Mrs Mindmap is amazing – I married her after all – but this was a major step in the work she has been doing and I couldn’t wait to enjoy some four-course posh-nosh. Whisking the invitation out of her hands I had a horrible revelation.
The invite was just for one.
In that moment I began to question everything. Why was it only Mrs Mindmap that was invited? Why wasn’t I? Hadn’t I been working just as hard and just as committedly as my wife? Where was my recognition? How come she was being invited to this posh dinner and I was going to have to stay home and look after the cat? It just wasn’t fair.
But as I started on my sulky descent into self righteousness and jealousy I was struck by what this actually meant for Mrs Mindmap. This was a significant step for her and my sulking would only ruin a moment that should be celebrated. My wonderful wife was being given the chance to be influential in important issues and I couldn’t selfishly react and deny the recognition it deserved.
That night, as I read my Bible, I stumbled across this little verse in Matthew 6:
“If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?”
If I’d needed any further prompting to stop my sulking and champion my wife, that was it. My time would come when God was good and ready but for now I needed to stay home and look after the cat.