How can it be?

How can it be that although I know that I am so very blessed, so often I feel sorry for myself because I am alone, because I don't have the body I want to have, because I don't have much money, because I am not recognized at work, because I miss my Mom, because I wish my ex didn't poison our children with atheistic and anti-faith perspectives.

How can it be that such trivial whining complaints are dwelt upon by me? I have my health, a home with heat and water, friends, family, and on and on and on. I am so very blessed. Yet, I am brought to tears when I see a husband and wife team working and laughing together: Tears of self pity. I am alone.

How can it be that although I offer prayers of thanks in the morning and evening of most days, at some point in each day I feel ashamed of myself?

I guess its the human condition to be a spoiled brat...(maybe) or maybe I just need to keep putting one foot in front of the other and quit dissecting every thought and every feeling that I experience. I know that when I am actively helping people out as part of my work, or with community service, or with listening to a friend's problems, it is at that time that my worries, my shame and self pity simply disappear into thin air.
For the moment, anyway.

Thank-you Lord for all my blessings, help me stop my self-pity party and turn it into positivity and hope. Amen.