I’ve been complaining about some minor health issues I’ve got going on — but every time I do, I am immediately swamped with guilt and shame. Because while I whine about some minor discomfort and inconvenience, a family member is in the hospital literally fighting for his life. Sorrow hangs just below the surface, as we struggle to find hope while trying to prepare our hearts for the worst. It’s a terrible balancing act.
There is such joy in life, so many amazing adventures and things to discover and learn. The pure innocence of a newborn baby, the graceful wisdom of an elder, the beauty of a sunrise. I try to keep this in mind as the days go by, and yet, my heart is heavy.