A sudden downpour, and for reasons I don’t really know, I remember days I spent at the convent (when I tried to become a nun.)
One of the things I liked about being there was doing the evening prayers with the Sisters. We read from the Breviary and then there was a part for personal intentions, where the Sisters (and later I, myself, having learned from them) prayed for other people we did not really know – the ones in hospitals, those who were traveling, the lonely, etc.
Looking back, I find when we think of those who are suffering and try to feel what they are going through, then we not only realize that other people are suffering so much more than we are, but also we become less self-absorbed and consequently avoid magnifying our troubles.
Right now I’m hearing someone complain about his job, and I think of those who are desperate for a job.
I pray (to God if there is one) for the people of India suffering from the heat wave, that their suffering will come to an end.
(Now I know the reason for remembering: a friend texted me about cloudburst, to which I replied “better than heat wave in India”, then I remembered days I spent in the convent.)