“If you get home and I’m not there, your work shirt is in the dryer and I am at the hospital.”
Life isn’t fair. That’s the thought that crossed my mind as soon as I sent that text to my son yesterday. It was as if a wave of grief washed over me.
Grief that this was our normal. That they were so used to me being at the hospital they wouldn’t be concerned.
Grief that I wasn’t there for my kids. That I wouldn’t be there to hug them and ask them about their day.
Grief for all that my migraines had stolen from our family. This wasn’t fair to them. But then again, everyone knows life isn’t fair.
And in my kids’ defense, they have handled the changes in our life really well. I have never heard them complain.
Complaining When Life Isn’t Fair
I love the way the beginning of The Passion Translation words Philippians 2:14. It says, “Live a cheerful life, without complaining …”
That verse has been on my mind a lot this week. Mainly because I’ve been stuck in the “Life isn’t fair” mode. I’m nowhere near as good at not complaining about my migraines as my kids.
The phrase, “My head hurts.” comes out of my mouth a lot.
And it’s been a rough week. A really rough week.
I even emailed a friend this morning because I just needed to talk to someone who understood what I was going through.
But what it really all comes down to is that even when life isn’t fair, when life is hard, we have to choose what to do with that.
Ironically, my post, Finding Joy in The Trials of Life was published over on Kingdom Bloggers this morning. Talk about timely. In it, I share three keys to finding joy in the trials of life. I’d love it if you would hop on over and check it out.