When I awoke this morning I was somewhat like the woman in the picture; distressed about a dead canary. The following quote properly adjusted my attitude.
"Let any man go into silence: strip himself of all pretence, and selfishness, and sensuality, and sluggishness of soul; lift off thought after thought, passion after passion, till he reaches the inmost depth of all; like how short a time it was that he was not; and again, how short it will be and he will not be here; so open the window and look upon the night, how still its breath, how solemn its march, how deep its perspective; and think how little he knows except the perpetuity of God, and the mysteriousness of life:-- and it will be strange if he does not feel the Eternal Presence as close upon his soul as the breeze upon his brow; if he does not say, "O Lord, art thou ever near as this, and have I not known thee?" -- if the true proportions and the genuine spirit of life do not open on his heart with infinite clearness and show him the littleness of his temptations and the grandeur of his trust. He is ashamed to have found weariness in toil so light, and tears where there was no trial to the brave. He discovers with astonishment how small the dust that has blinded him, and from the height of a quiet and holy love looks down with incredulous sorrow on the jealousies and fears and irritations that have vexed his life.
A mighty wind of resolution sets in strong upon him and freshens the whole atmosphere of his soul, sweeping down before it the light flakes of difficulty, till they vanish like snow upon the sea......"
"Tears where there was no trial to the brave." As I reflect on the many posts on my blog, the poor souls who endure great trials, oppression, hunger, and suffering; true trials for the brave, I was ashamed of my cry baby attitude, and clutched tighter to the hands of Jesus and 'cowboy up'd'.
James Martineau - British teacher of religion, 1805-1900 - Painting by Alma Tadema