No, I’m not going to try and tell you that there is no truth. I have learned the hard way that in some cases God allows pain for us to be become truly compassionate toward others. In the past when I heard that somebody was going through a divorce, I barely gave it a second thought. It’s so common–so get rid of the loser and move on. But now that it’s me, I know what an uncommon, horrible pain it is! Now that the unfaithful one is somebody I’ve shared the past 18 years with, it is a searing reminder of all those people before me that I let suffer alone. Thankfully, my friends and family are not as callous as I used to be.
So what does this have to do with relativity? Once I have felt that kind of pain, I can relate. I can listen. I can hug. I can let somebody send me dozens of messages about how it feels, and know that it’s important to “listen”. When I told my Pastor that I knew my husband was cheating, it gave me comfort to know he’s seen it all before. I’m not the only one. But he’s the child of divorced parents, so he can have compassion in even more ways. I’m the child of divorced parents and I had somehow forgotten how it rocked my world when they divorced. I knew why, and I didn’t blame anybody. I was nineteen and living on my own, but kids just assume their parents come as a pair, I guess. So I’m asking for prayers for all the hurting adults and children out there. Of course there are more horrible tragedies in this world, but I am going to make it my business to actively care more for people. Even if their hurt seems small or common to me, I will look at it with new eyes.
Jesus told Peter that Satan had asked to sift him like wheat, and that He had prayed for him. Pray for me, and all those being sifted. It hurts, but it gets the refuse out. 🙂