Sometimes I am bothered. Sometimes I am not.
Either way, I wonder why?
When nothing is really different in my life, what provokes being bothered at one time and not at another time?
When I’m unbothered, I wonder if I am in denial, or complacent, selfish, forgetting God, really seeing how wonderful my life really is, or just content and living by faith.
When I’m bothered, I wonder if I am premenstrual, or about to fall into the pit of depression, or really seeing how miserable my life really is, lacking faith, falling into idolatry or selfishness, etc.
I’m so funny — I can find something to worry about no matter what the situation.
Being bothered sometimes and unbothered sometimes tells me:
a) This too will pass, whichever it is — being bothered and being unbothered happen and ebb and flow.
b) The heart is deceitful, and there are innumerable influences besides reason. Not that the heart is all evil — just unreliable.
c) Being bothered and being unbothered can both be occasions to repent and seek God, to remember his goodness and trust in him.