{"id":131,"date":"2024-01-30T10:23:06","date_gmt":"2024-01-30T15:23:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brokenandbeautifulretreats.com\/?p=131"},"modified":"2024-02-08T11:04:25","modified_gmt":"2024-02-08T16:04:25","slug":"finding-joy-in-the-mourning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brokenandbeautifulretreats.com\/finding-joy-in-the-mourning\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Joy in the Mourning: Psalm 13"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

We sat in the doctor\u2019s office for two of my children\u2019s well checks. I knew it to be customary for annual shots to take place, but I didn\u2019t give it much thought as the doctor asked her routine questions, seeking to glean insight into behaviors, habits and norms so she could ensure my children were on a path of health. Her intentions were pure, but the mood changed quickly when she said the dreaded word. Shots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My kids tensed up. Tears began forming in the corners of their eyes. They were totally and completely fine with conversation, but a shot crossed the boundary of \u201cokay\u201d to \u201cno way.\u201d They wanted nothing of it. Glares were sent my way for allowing the doctor to do what I knew could help them. But when the nurse came in to administer their shots, they reached for my hand. As I held it tightly I said what likely every parent has said at one point: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDeep breaths. It won\u2019t take long, I promise. It will be over before you know it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s a shift in our capacity to endure hardship when we see an end in sight. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

What would be unbearable if time were endless somehow becomes manageable when we know it isn\u2019t going to last forever. <\/p>\n\n\n\n