Haiku for those who often see how green the proverbial grass is in other people's proverbial yards.

Written during the AWAF conference when the academic side of my brain was on overload and my poetic side was getting antsy.

Though outwardly I
Am very happy for you
Inside I'm dying


But I tell myself
Chin up. God might* bless you in
Diff'rent ways or times


Instead remember
To daily name your blessings.
Don't complain. Give thanks.


*Not questioning that God will give blessings, but they might not look the same as other people's blessings, or they might not come when we think they should come, etc.  That's what the "might" is about.