I was feeling tired on the way home last night because of all the urgent requirements at work (its last quarter of the year and its crunch time for the whole world, it seems). I was so looking forward to coming home to Basti's squeals and tight hugs, but when we arrived, Basti greeted us by showing the road rash he got on his arm that he got that afternoon. I suddenly forgot about everything else I was worrying about on the way home and just felt so bad for Basti and his arm abrasions :( I could feel the pain he was feeling, and I was at the same time amazed at how we was holding up, trying to shrug it off and continue playing with his new die-cast cars (of course Paul felt he was compelled to give him the die-cast cars we kept for emergency purposes to cheer Basti up).
God sure knows how to put things in perspective.
What we feel when we worry about our adult problems like paying bills and issues at work is just equal to what a child feels when they get sick or feel pain from a scraped arm. Before you feel sorry for yourself, always try putting yourself in someone else's shoes.
The weight of our burden is only based on our own perspective.
