As I sit here, gathering my thoughts for this blog post, our cat is looking at me with wide and frantic eyes from the front window sill. I’m pretty sure he just ate the ladybug he’s been chasing all morning. I’m pretty sure that ladybug is now crawling around the inside of his mouth, and the cat is not pleased with this turn of events.

This ties into today’s theme quite nicely. Life isn’t fair for the little tiny ladybug who is about to get digested, and it’s not fair for the cat who now has a not-quite-dead breakfast problem. (Captain Kitty understands the hunting part, but not the killing part.)

If life was fair the entire world would be 75 degrees and sunny right now. But here in southwest Michigan it’s been snowing since, I don’t know, HALLOWEEN I SWEAR, and now we have snow banked in all our windows and two foot drifts between the front door and the garbage can.

At 5:00 this morning my husband dragged himself out of bed and went to work while I slept for two more hours. Life is just not fair.

Right now our son is home while his sister is at a friend’s house, and he has informed me that it’s not fair that he should have to do his chores or feed the cat or get out of his pajamas because his sister isn’t home to have to do any of those things.

And part of me agrees that if his sister is off gallivanting, he should get a break too. Maybe I should do all his chores and feed him buckets of ice cream and let him watch TV until his eyeballs roll out of his head. You know, to even up the score.

But I’m not sure there’s any lie more cruel than to teach my children that life is fair. It’s just not. In fact, if most adults were honest we’d say that this is the one thing that puzzles us about God. If He truly is all-powerful, why doesn’t He even up the score?

Why do I get to have two healthy children while my cousin Jim’s children all suffer from the same terminal illness? Why do we have a home with heat and running water while some families live in a garbage dump?

Why doesn’t every family get the same blessings?

I don’t have any answer for that. But I can tell you that my cousin and his wife, who are about to bury their second precious child this weekend, who have every right to yell it’s not fair, are still seeking and praising God even now.

That spirit of trust is what I want my kids to learn more than anything else on earth. Life will never be fair, but we can praise and trust our Heavenly Father even in the most unfair circumstances. I have a feeling that nothing I will ever say will teach my children this; it’s something I must live.

Trust prayer

All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us (2 Corinthians 1:3-4, NLT).

9 Comments on I Can’t Think of Anything Worse Than Teaching You Life Is Fair

  1. Heather C. King
    January 2, 2014 at 12:43 pm (4 years ago)

    I read this idea once about a mom settling the “it’s not fair” debate once and for all. She baked a cake with her kids. But to keep it “fair,” every ingredient went in in equal amounts. One cup of sugar meant there had to be one cup of salt, too. When they were all appropriately grossed out, she made the point—“Fair” doesn’t mean “equal” or the “same.” I’d totally do this myself if I were willing to waste the baking supplies!

  2. Jessie Clemence
    January 2, 2014 at 12:47 pm (4 years ago)

    Oh, that’s great! I might have to try that. You know, instead of my ranting and raving to deaf ears.

  3. pouringmyartout
    January 2, 2014 at 2:06 pm (4 years ago)

    You had me at the title…

  4. David
    January 2, 2014 at 3:30 pm (4 years ago)

    On the subject of deaf ears it has always amazed me that one’s offspring can hear chocolate being unwrapped from a mile away but are completely unable to hear a request to set the table when made by a parent from the same room.

  5. Jessie Clemence
    January 2, 2014 at 4:38 pm (4 years ago)

    What? What’s that, Mom? I simply cannot hear you over the roaring of my own thoughts in my head.

  6. Jessie Clemence
    January 2, 2014 at 4:39 pm (4 years ago)

    Thanks. 🙂

    Titling is the worst. The experts say you should spend as much time on the title as writing the whole post, but I think I’d go mental. It’s the first thing that comes, or nothing!

  7. pouringmyartout
    January 2, 2014 at 6:08 pm (4 years ago)

    I do sort of pride myself on my titles, I must admit. But I don’t spend much time on it.

  8. muddledmom
    January 2, 2014 at 10:14 pm (4 years ago)

    This was wonderful. It feels like a daily struggle in our house. And I so love that idea of the cake that Heather mentioned above.

  9. Jessie Clemence
    January 3, 2014 at 9:47 am (4 years ago)

    Maybe we should have National No Fair Cake Week!