Friday, I was so frustrated about cooking dinner, restuarant prices, eating healthy and the lack of enchilada sauce at my grocery store that I was almost in tears. To top it off, I knew when I came home Yancy was going to be extra nice to me. Ahh, PMS.
After being home a while, I transitioned from venting to Yancy to telling him about a sick friend I've been worried about. And all of a sudden I realized, "I'm not irritable anymore!" Magic.
This morning, when I called to tell a friend some good news, she sounded so low that I debated skipping my news. Who was I to be happy when she felt such grief? But I told her anyway, and again, the same magic happened. She sounded happier.
This is divinity, a bit of the divine in our nature. Hers is greater; it is more selfless for a mourner to rejoice in another's happiness than for a mourner to feel gratitude not to have another's trials, but both are good.
I'm glad the Lord knew I'd need at least 27 years of mortality to start to grasp this concept.
And, just in case my opinion counts, I think I'd enjoy another 60 or so to master it.
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I think we all have a moment in our lives (our "A-HA! moment) where it just snaps into focus. That moment where you stop and wonder "why in the world didn't I grasp that sooner?" I
ReplyDeletethink like you do...that there are certain concepts that we need to be prepared for. Sure you could have had that thought earlier...but would you really build upon an idea if you weren't ready for it and didn't necessarily understand that it was a step you needed to take?