A few weeks ago I was with a group of teenagers and the phrase "it's all relative" was said. One of them asked what that really meant. So we proceeded to give examples of when you'd use it. Like the weather was warm (at 65 and breezy) was all relative compared to the ten degree weather we had been having. So the remainder of the weekend we kept using the phrase to prove our points.
Today I was reminded of that phrase. I was whining. It was something relatively small but extremely hurtful. Something inflicted by a selfish person.
Then I went on Instagram and saw that a blogger had lost their three-year-old this weekend when he ran out into the street to get his Frisbee. He had lost his little life in an instant. And I knew that pain. The pain that mother was feeling at that exact moment. It was a feeling that I could relate to. I knew that tomorrow morning when she woke up she would spend exactly three seconds thinking it was a bad dream and then in the fourth second she would remember it wasn't and she'd wish she could go back a second. I knew she would do that for months.
And I was whining about a selfish person and how I was hurt.
This morning I was reading in Matthew, when Jesus was beginning the Sermon on the Mount. He started listing challenges in people's lives and the gift they would receive if they walked through it. Some would be grieving a child and it would be horrible but He would comfort. Some would be hungry and it would be horrible but He would fill them. Some would be persecuted and it would be horrible but He would reward them in heaven. It was all relative. No matter how lame it was to another's problem. Because to each person their pain is different. And each was hurting.
So as I pray for this family, I am also giving my hurt to the Lord. Because He is our healer and wants to hear all of our hurts not just the ones that seem more important. Because after all, it is all relative.