I guess when it rains it pours. I certainly don't ever want to be "Debbie Downer" on here, but sharing some of my life annoyances is not only cathartic for me but possibly also perspective-giving for you, so here goes---waah waah.
A few days ago, likely in response to some itching induced by a straggler flea, I spontaneously broke out in hives. Needless to say, it freaked us out a bit, but aside from the extreme itching and burning, I didn't feel badly or have respiratory issues, so we didn't even see a doctor. Unfortunately, it didn't go away, and a few days after, it actually hurt so bad to walk, I couldn't even go to church. Well, it's almost five days later, and the hives have lessened quite a bit, but they are still there. It's always something I guess.
I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, again, and was comparing myself to Job, as I was laid out in bed, my body covered in these crazy, painful sores. I thought it best not to sit on a heap of ashes and scrape the hives with broken shards of pottery, like Job (still not sure why that seemed like a good idea to him). In reality, none of my situation has anything to compare to Job's, and I certainly hope to never experience anything like him.
In a rather stream of consciousness state, probably the Benadryl talking, my mind jumped to an old favorite movie, "Mrs. Doubtfire", the scene where Robin Williams calls his soon-to-be-ex-wife, impersonating different potential nannies, and states in broken English, "I am job" (close enough). I couldn't help but giggle, which actually kind of hurt, but it truly was good medicine.
All that to say, if you are feeling Job-ish, know that you're not alone. That is why we are blessed to share in this life together, so can commiserate with each other, and hopefully laugh a little bit at it all too.