Thank You for the successes of my brothers and sisters. The human heart has a tendency to resent the happiness of others, especially when it is bound in its own moment of unhappiness. But You have shown me something beautiful: The fulfillment of Your promises to them, the outpouring of Your goodness in their lives, is confirmation that one day, my own promises will be fulfilled.
We are all children of trials, of suffering and pain. When someone shines in the light of victory, we do not always know the battle of sorrows that led them there. And because of this, Father, I believe the stories that should bolster our faith instead cripple it.
Won't You open our hearts, to mourn with those who mourn, and rejoice with those who rejoice? Rip out this bitterness that churns up our soil like so many weeds, the selfishness that assumes our problems are deeper and our victories fewer than everyone else's. This is not a body, working together. This is not love. It is a single, and fatal, insistence on loneliness. Give us the strength to fight it, a vision that encompasses so much more than these specks of dust transfixing our focus.
God, thank You for a world that is bigger than me. Thank You for the constant reminder that I am not at the center of it.
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