"Feeling Sorry"-- "Feeling Bad"

Today Harry and I were talking about “feeling sorry for” or “feeling bad” for people, those we know and even those we do not.
We spoke of feeling sorry for young teens and their pain of losing that special girl or guy in their life to another friend or acquaintance. We remembered the heartache of trying to move on. We could both remember what a huge hurt that was when we were younger and felt sorry for those going through the same thing today. We then thought of young adults that are trying to make their way in this world. The ones that are working hard to get ahead. We feel bad for all the struggles they face to make a better life for their wives and children. We remembered the sacrifices we made to have the life we want.

It was not a long discussion but one that has left me thinking further.

Through the years life really has not changed much. Mom and Dad worked hard and struggled at times. Harry and I worked hard and struggled at times. People are still working hard and struggling at times. Teens will have boyfriends and girlfriends that come and go until the right partner comes along.
Maybe instead of "feeling sorry" for or "feeling bad" for someone it is better to think I can empathize with them. Life will go on and there will be sadness and there will be happiness. Each age in life presents its own challenges. I don’t want anyone to "feel sorry" for or "feel bad" for me.

So now I am thinking-----so? So I just want to help if someone asks me to. I want to share what I have learned. I want to listen and be an encouragement to people as God places them in my life. I don't think God sits around "feeling sorry" for us or "feeling bad" for us---He has compassion and He does something. That is the way I want to be too.

From Sorrow to Joy

I posted this as a note on facebook but wanted it to be the first blog here.

Anytime I go away on a short trip I go to the cemetery and make sure all is well at Mom and Dad's grave. Today as I drove through the cemetery and saw all of the stones, I thought about all of the lives that have changed when we bury our loved ones. Those fresh mounds of dirt represented such sorrow. As the song "We Shall Rise" was playing on my CD player, I could just see those graves open and realized that that mound of dirt will no longer represent sorrow but great joy.

I experienced a wonderful feeling in my soul as I approached Mom and Dad's graves. Those two are safe in heaven and I know I will be with them and my Lord some day. I thanked God for my parents once again and wiped a tear away. I just thought---are these tears of sorrow or of joy? Maybe they were a little of both.

Same Girl--New Blog Title

I was not sure about starting a new blog but alas here I am.
Time will tell as to what may appear here.