I heard this horrible statement today, “I hate my life.” It was given at a very insignificant moment. A moment where no one was burning alive. There was basically no chaos. The building wasn’t falling in and as far as I know the earth was not trembling.
IMMEDIATELY, The word PERSPECTIVE popped into my head. What a skewed perspective that one statement held.
I wanted to say out loud, “REALLY?” (I didn’t, but I also wanted to say…) Do you really hate your life? Are you in enough mental anguish to HATE this exact moment of your life? Are you in physical pain? Did your mother abandon you, dog die or tooth chip? What about this…Are you dying of cancer? I’m pretty sure the answer to all of those questions IF ANSWERED ABSOLUTELY HONESTLY would have been NO.
Once again, I have a person in my life who will soon die of cancer. I know she will be with Jesus and of that we can absolutely and joyously be certain of, AMEN! To say good-bye to another person I love thanks to cancer makes me shake my head. I know God will take us all the way we are to die, but *sigh* the word cancer makes my stomach lurch. It makes tears come to my eyes and my head hurt. I pray that this diagnosis somehow works for a good in the lives of people who love this wonderful person. Duhhh…God is in control so, I already know that good will happen.
Right now, though…
I can’t stop thinking about PERSPECTIVE …AND can’t get this insane statement out of my head: “I hate my life.”