It reminds me of the early days of my son’s life. I found out that I am a worrier. I used to go in and check on him several times a night to make sure he was okay … still breathing … not on his stomach … you know, all those things. With Elyse, I haven’t been nearly so worried. Which itself worries me. I am either much more trusting or calloused perhaps.
But I am reminded of what I used to say about my son: “When he's crying, he's not dead.” (Seriously, I actually thought that.)
Strange? Perhaps, but comforting to me.
So what’s the point?
I don’t mind people who struggle spiritually. Their "crying" doesn't bother me. It tells me their not dead spiritually.
Yes, it’s a little obnoxious sometimes, because they take a lot of my time, time that I would like to spend on me.
And yes, sometimes, it gets a bit old.
But when they’re struggling, they’re not dead.
As I often say, It’s not the people who struggle that I worry about. It is the people who don’t struggle.