Thanksgiving thoughts.

So I started thinking how sensitive we are to our own families – to what they say, act and think compared to outside people. If people were to be mean to us, it’s easy to just shut them out, but with family members, you expect them to understand you right? But the truth is, no one will understand you completely other than Jesus. So I was reminded of this – that everyone is mean and it is not just your family that’s going to hurt you. As in, your friends won’t understand you, your girlfriend is not going to understand you, your boyfriend is not going to understand, your relatives are not going to understand you, your classmates are not going to understand you, etc. And this hurt will continue even when we have our own family. So it’s not like "ohhh, my wife/husband will understand me" or if you’re dating right now then it’ll be "ohhh, my girlfriend/boyfriend will understand me". No, only Jesus will understand you. Just cause I seem to see that couples dating think so highly of each other, like he/she can understand her/him more than their own family (this is also applicable to friends). But I’m thinking, you know how when you’re mad and all and you tell your friend? They just nod and comfort you. And at that moment, it seems like they understand you more than your parents do or family do. But truth is, it may just be the other way around because your friend cannot relate to you 100% to your current situation and so he/she will just sit and listen to you. And at that point, that’s all you need, someone to be there for you when you’re sad and upset. So that’s what I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, which is interesting as I wanted to write about this earlier but could not formulate my thoughts into words until these two topics coincided. It was also very timely, as at church we talked about how we are to rejoice even in our sorrows (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18; Philippians 4:4). It shows us how much more we need Christ and how great God is. And if you think about it, this “hurt” you feel/felt, is probably how Jesus felt when we hurt him (being rejected and despised by men; Isaiah 53) and it’s like x 100000000000000000000000000000000 (infinity works too). I can then trail on and on into other similar topics but let’s just leave it at this.