And then I look around. I see families going through so much more than I ever dream I could bare if it happened to me and I think, wow, am I selfish. Wow, am I confused about what is worth getting upset about.
I don't have a child that CAN'T EVEN WEAR CLOTHES because they will rub his skin and give him terrible blisters.
I don't have a child who just had surgery on his heart.
I didn't just have a doctor tell me they think my baby's brain dead post surgery.
I have never had to bury one of my kids.
I'm not a confused little boy that wants to go home to his "mom" and keeps getting told he can't.
And the list goes on and on and on.
I think that part of my discontentment is from a lack of "getting it." Not understanding exactly what I was made to do. All I can do is fight, try my best and try to remember that there is more to life than a job, a nice house and a "perfect" looking family...it is supposed to be about this:
I often say that I hope some day I really get it. That I will see this world through the eyes of Jesus instead of my own that are blinded my my humanity. I really hope some day I get it.