My weekus horribilis

Quite frankly this week has not been a good one for me. I have upset some people. been upset by other people. Seen my bills go up. My bank balance go down. Shed a tear for David Cameron's little boy. Gnashed my teeth at the news of the obscenity of a £650,000 pension.

But you know, although this has been a weekus horribilis for me, it can't compare with the kind of week that other people around that world have to endure. In fact, my trials are nothing in comparison.

I don't wake up wondering where my next meal is coming from. I don't have to watch what I say for fear of torture or death. I am reasonably healthy, I have a roof over my head and an ever-expanding waistline.

I think I need to remind myself of what the word says . . .

Romans 5:1 - 11 (NIV) ¹Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, ²through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. ³Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; ⁴perseverance, character; and character, hope. ⁵And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.

Yeah OK, point taken!