|Child, Coffin, Cross|
New beginning ends in sorrow.
Sick child is a burden.
Death of a new project brings sadness.
Death of an opportunity challenges faith.
I know which one resonates with my recent experience. Over the weekend Big Boy had a really bad time, and consequently so did we. Yet what comes up for me today is actually "new sickness is a burden". Perhaps due to the stress of the weekend, my Dear One and I now both seem to have what Big boy had. It doesn't affect us as badly, as we don't get the side effects he did. Still, being sick is never fun, and this is a doozy. I also see the idea that, for some, suffering seems to bring them a greater sense of faith, while for others it makes them question. I wonder where the difference lies?
I am grateful for my spiritual beliefs, which help me pull through hard times.