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Take My Problems Back

schswans (800x449)wmI’ve been somewhat absent from the blogging world lately, because my husband and I have been going through some tough times.

Right when we bought a house that needed some remodeling, my husband’s mother had an accident and was hospitalized. She lives 1,100 miles from us. We lost her during the week of our move to the house. We paid for our rental through the end of July and had no choice but to move at that time.

I couldn’t focus on all of it at once. When I did, I found myself with anxiety attacks. My brain could not function. In order to move forward, I needed to focus on one issue at a time.

Though we’re thrilled we are in our new house, the joy is tampered due to our loss. It’s been strange, feeling happy one minute and sobbing the next. Contradicting emotions can be confusing.

The five stages of grief come and go … at times, they hit all at once. In addition to those five stages, is guilt. We haven’t been able to be there due to the mess of our move and remodel.

We also just lost my husband’s father ten months earlier.

Switching gears just a bit here … we are still buying and replacing things for the house. Over the weekend, we were at Home Depot. An elderly man, T,  placed our order for an item we needed. While we were waiting for the computer to do its thing with our order, we talked to T and learned about his life. His wife was going through chemotherapy. For what type of cancer, we didn’t ask, but he shared how the treatment seemed like something out of the dark ages. He called it barbaric. I saw how it ripped out his heart to watch his wife suffer. Their one daughter lived thousands of miles away and was pregnant. They ached to spend time with their only child, and soon, only grandchild.

T spoke with a calm sort of accepting manner, even while showing his sadness and concern. Said he was grateful to be at an age where he could work part-time to stay with his wife through treatments.

holding-hands-1149411_960_720 (800x533)Just before we left Home Depot, I told T I’d pray for him and his wife.

My husband and I held hands on our way out of the store. We walked quietly, and as we approached the car my husband said, “The saying we learned a while back is true. If a group of people puts all of their problems out on a table, and everyone sees what those problems are, we’d each quickly take back our own.”

Needless to say, we left there grateful not to have T’s problems.

Have you ever been feeling low about your problems until you heard what someone else was going through?



26 thoughts on “Take My Problems Back”

  1. It seems true sometimes. We cannot rely on our strength through tough situations or problems…
    God promised that He’d bring us through them.
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  2. Yes, yes. I’m right there with you. I’ll take my problems.

    I’ve been absent from blogging too much lately too. But I recognize it’s a release that I need and I’m going to try to be more consistent with it, whenever possible. My people are in blogging. And reading your words, I remember how much we are together in so many of life’s experiences.

    I understand and relate to your alternating joy and grief. You are in my prayers, my friend.

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    1. EllaDee, thank you for this comforting comment. It was something I needed to read.

      I read the article at the link you provided, and yes, I’m very much like that. Over my many years, I’ve learned how to work around that sensitivity and don’t take criticism too harshly anymore. However, such a sensitivity can be confusing, because I can feel other people’s emotions as well as my own. Sometimes it’s difficult to decipher, but I usually work it through.

      Thank you again, for sharing that article and your supportive words. I’m blessed to have such nice blogging friends.

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      1. It was shared to me by Sara, a blogger who is now also a TA neighbour. Isn’t wonderful how synchronicity, blog world works because I needed to read it too, as did the G.O. who although sensitive in his own way is sometimes mystified by mine. It really helped me to feel it isn’t only me. I think we are often like ducks on ponds, look serene on top but paddling like mad underneath.
        I know you’re busy but if you have time Sara comes up with some really useful insightful stuff on her blog The Practical Mystic. She often comments on my posts, if you want to find the link.

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  3. As all the others here, I’m so sorry to hear of your difficulties. I know a great deal about the crippling effects of anxiety. One moment at a time…

    One of the ways I got through the worst of my days was to think about people who had it way worse than I did. That might sound awful, but it helped me gain perspective and not feel so sorry for myself. The way I came to see things (and still do) is that everyone has their “stuff” to deal with. Maybe my “stuff” is worse than some, but not as bad other people’s “stuff.”

    Take care of yourself, Lori. ❤

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    1. Hi Lorna. Yes, after hearing that man’s story at Home Depot, it definitely gave us perspective on our own “stuff.” Thank you for your support. Hope you are doing well.


  4. It’s so true about wanting to keep our own problems after we hear about what others are going through. I think it helps to have people in your life who understand what you are going through, because it can seem like others are so happy and carefree while you are weighted down with burdens.

    Congrats on the new house!

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  5. Life is a challenge and everyone of us faces a different form of that challenge. How kind of you to forget yours for a moment and be a friend to a stranger who is hurting. We have never met, but that does not surprise me about you.

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  6. During the times of trial, Lori, I always remind myself that God didn’t bring me this far just to drop me in the gutter now. Source is the safety net for all of us, not just some of us. Although we are all One, we each express Life in a unique fashion. Prayer is a wonderful instrument for it reminds us of the Oneness and holds Good for all of us as we stumble through the muck and mire. Nice to hear from you, my friend. One breath at a time, my dear! 😉 xoxoM

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    1. Hi Jill. Funny that I received compliments on that photo. It came out so terrible from my phone, and I had to work with it in a cheap photo program to get it to look decent.

      Thank you for sharing that Plato quote. We never know what someone else is going through when just seeing them on the surface.

      Hope you are doing well. Have a great week.

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