Sometimes I just have to take a moment to thank God that life is not fair. In fact, I don't even like the word fair very much at all. How can we judge what's fair to the world? To history? To the future? Better than 'fair' is 'good'. Is 'loving'. Is 'the right thing for this person at this time regardless of what anyone else wants or expects'.
Fair implies all people have the same needs and wants. I know my children don't. That's why I treat them differently. That's what lifts them up and helps them grow. Lets them know I value and know them as individuals. Because they are different from each other. If everything were fair, they'd all get the same from me at the same level in the same quantity all the time. And that would be a parenting tragedy.
But as usual, I digress.
Back to this morning, when I was so thankful that life isn't fair.
First, although I can easily point to a thousand people who have more than I do, can we just take a moment to cherish the fact that I live in the United States of America? Who, despite her flaws, is not North Korea. Is not Iraq. Is not Somalia. Check me out with my right to vote and this here unlimited access to safe drinking water.
But more specifically, I really am, personally, so lucky. Yesterday I enjoyed a short but inspiring email exchange with a reader about question #10 on my last post. The difference between God's invitation to us and our continual acceptance of said invitation. "Wow. I'm so lucky that blogging allows me to explore and expand my faith" I thought.
Then, well- then there was a bit of a Christmas miracle. And by "a bit" I mean "a full fledged". Because I checked my other email address and in it was a a gift. An e-card from "an old friend" (that's how it was signed. So I don't know who to thank!) to Amazon.com that was literally enough to pay for all of my children's Christmas presents. Do I need to write the word "all" in caps just so you can appreciate the scope of this beautiful gift? Not that every gift isn't beautiful, but when it's anonymous, how else can I thank them except by sharing it here?
And to top it all off, as if that wasn't enough to make me high-five tiny baby Jesus not-yet-in-the-manger, Tommy checked his email this morning to find a real, honest to goodness request for an interview for a real honest to goodness job that he applied for months ago, which he had given up hearing back about. Yay! January 5th! Which will make our enjoyment of the next couple of weekends oh so much easier.
But thankfully, mercifully, life is not fair. And so here I am, doing something that makes my life better, being thankful for old friends and their immense generosity, and reveling in renewed hope for an end to this rocky job-hunting road. This unfair life makes me a thankful, lucky girl.