“The next day he asked his mom why I sometimes called or came over so late at night. This son was a challenge for Sarah because he was somewhat rebellious, sporting long hair and a black leather jacket. Sarah proceeded to tell him a little about my life. Without hesitation, he responded tenderly, ‘Oh, mom. I wish I would have woke you!’
“While Sarah's family was renting a tiny two bedroom home, Rick received his first kidney transplant. I came over a couple of days after the event. Sarah and I were standing in the kitchen when she looked around, waved her hand around the room at all the food that members of our church had brought to her family, and sweetly said to me, ‘Look at all the food and things people are doing for our family. And I look at you. Your problems and troubles are SO much worse than any of ours and yet who is watching out for you and taking care of you?’
“Having a true disciple of Christ, like Sarah, in my life was necessary in helping me overcome one of the biggest challenges I faced: I felt unlovable. It was an abyss so deep and far-reaching that it literally affected every other aspect of living. I had been through profound experiences and purposeful brainwashing that told me I would never be loved.” (My Tears Fall Inside, page 130)
How incredible that Sarah, with all her serious family problems, could look at my situation and be able to put her own troubles into perspective recognizing that the pain I felt was deeper than hers. Although “counting your blessings” sounds like a trite phrase, sometimes when we feel the depths of another person’s pain, it changes our perception of our own troubles and we can cope with our own struggles a little better.