Knowing It Could Be Worse Doesn’t Always Make It Better

Brass Scales Of Justice Off Balance, Symbolizing Injustice, Over White

Years ago, after what I would consider a tragic event for my family, many people were quick to comfort us with a host of “at least”s. As in: “At least the kids are alright,” and “At least you’re all together.”

I appreciated their concern, but wondered two things at the time: didn’t they realize that I had already run through an entire list of “at least”s in my own head, and was grateful for every one of them? and also – did it make me seem ungrateful if I was still upset and suffering anyway?

I understand the need for counting blessings, and trust me, I do it every day. I am blessed beyond measure, I know that. I mark these things in my thoughts, in my prayers, even down on paper.

But sometimes, I still feel the sorrow and the struggle. Does that make me ungrateful? I hope not. I hope it just means that I can allow myself a little space to honestly feel what I am feeling before I pull myself back together.

I try constantly to look at the world from a different perspective, to understand how others have it much harder than I do, and to understand how much worse for me things could be. But I think it’s important, too, to look at my OWN life, to take it as-is, and feel pain when there is pain.

What about you? How do you balance knowing that things could be worse with the things that are difficult in your own life?