I know “times are tough.”
I know there’s a recession. I know there is rampant unemployment.
But, even in good times, it seems to me, times are tough. There is always someone I know looking for work, someone being buried in bills (payable, not legal tender).
There’s always someone doing better than us and someone not doing as well.
It’s often easy to “weep with those who weep.” It’s harder to “rejoice with those who rejoice.”
That’s the mark of a friend: they will be happy with you, not just for you. It’s a fine distinction and one I’m not always able to achieve.
An ancient quote attributed to Socrates: “The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.”
Yep, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I think Socrates would agree.
Today I prayed for: Mackenzie, Joyce, and Jillian
Currently reading: The House on Olive Street by Robyn Carr
Last movie: One Night With The King