My Daughter wrote a Facebook post about Life's not Fair. And you know what, it's not. Not a bit. Not an incling, Not a whit. Why? I don't know. But it is so. Life is not fair!
Is it fair when your children are little and one struggles to learn to read when another learns before attending school? Is it fair when your son learns to ride his bike before his sister, who is older? Is it fair when a teacher grades your child on her "someday potential", not on her amazing "this moment"? Is it fair that the world says these is the rules of behavior when your child doesn't behave that way? Is it fair that my husband has a job and your husband just lost his? Is it fair that some girls have long legs AND beautiful skin? What is that "perfect girl" thinking isn't fair? Is it fair that my health is good and your's isn't? Nope, it's not!
But is it fair that I have unconditional love, from, and for, more than one person? Is it fair that I see the perfection that is my children, even if they don't see it? Is it fair that I live in a time when I can express myself without fear? Is it fair that I have friends who are so good, that even when they are hurting with their own trials, they can hold me up when I'm hurting? Is it fair that I know, beyond doubt, that I can do whatever is in front of me to do...no question?
Life's not fair, it just is. The less we compare ourselves to others, the better off we'll be. My hardship has nothing to do with anyone else's hardship. My joys don't either. We are all living each day the best we can. My hardhip, no matter how hard, no matter how long, no matter how big, is no less important than your hardship, no matter how hard or long or big! My joy, little or big, is not more or less important than your joy, little or big.
I always told my kids that I loved them with every breath I take. Not that I love one with one breath and the other with the next. But that I love EACH of them with EVERY breath. It's not about apportioning, it's not about allocating, it's not about fair. It's about infinite capacity. If I have the infinite capacity to refuse to compare my kids, or my life, to anyone else's kids or life, or even to each other, imagine our Heavenly Father's capacity to look at each of us, and our cares and circumstances as unique and important and completely separate from anothers life.
Life's not fair, but it's miraculous. Life's not fair, but it's interesting. Life's not fair, but I wouldn't want anyone else's life!
That was beautiful.
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