Sometimes it’s not easy being a human being. Sometimes we hurt ourselves physically; sometimes we hurt emotionally for reasons beyond our control. Other times, we hurt because we have empathy for someone we love who is hurting. I am in that place today.
When we are in the midst of the storm we long for it to end and for the sun to shine again. We sometimes struggle, fighting against the inevitable, wanting to find a way out; eventually we remember that the only way out is through.
The truth is that none of us will get out of this life unscathed. I have my trials; you have yours; and sometimes life just hurts. One of the most profound sentences I ever heard was one of the simplest. It is the opening sentence to M. Scott Peck’s The Road Less Travelled: “Life is difficult”. Those words changed how I look at life because it was at that time that I first began to understand the fact that we all struggle; we all hurt sometimes.
We are, none of us, super-human beings that can rise above the trials this life puts in front of us or deflect pain as if we were made of teflon. But we can choose, to some extent, how we walk through. We can learn to trust in One who is much more powerful than we are; we can learn to be thankful for the way we are being changed through the difficulty.
We can remember that part of the miracle of our humanness is that, in addition to sorrow, we have the capacity to feel joy. And joy does come in the morning.