Life is a series of chapters. Like wedding vows, life is better and worse, richer and poorer, sickness and health. And it is mix and match. A chapter might be better and poorer or richer and sickness.
My life has been richly blessed. Unequivocally. And I was blessed to be raised to recognize and celebrate the joy in all chapters. Every one.
The challenge for me is not ever, "why me/why now/why this?". Rather, my struggle as a mother, a grandmother, a friend, is when the true and genuine needs of one child/grandchild/loved one, while easy to meet, in fact, causes true and genuine pain for another one.
It seems simple when our own chapters are mixed, but when the chapters of the ones I love don't mix and match, how do I juggle that? How to give wise council? How to make choices that celebrate one even while accepting that another is hurting? That is the challenge I face.
One rich and wonderful chapter of my life has just drawn to a close. It was joyous, it was painful.
The next chapter is on the horizon. I would love for it to be only joyous, but somehow, I expect it will be a mixed bag: pleasure and pain, delight and distress, joy and sorrow.
Still, my life is richly blessed. Unequivocally.
I hope, at the beginning and end of each chapter, that all of the people I love can say the same.
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