Relationships are such miserable, awkward things. Exhausting and grating, filled with miscommunications, hurt feelings, ugly looks, impatient sighs. But still, somehow they’re worth it, have to be worth it. They’re the way God speaks to us, the way we become more human, the great plan for life. And apparently the only way to receive the gift burrowed deep in each bumbling stumbling relationship is in the letting go, the forgiving each little slight, all those mistakes. You forgive them, let go your need to be right, to be the centre of things, to be the royal figure before whom all things bow. And when you no longer care about being right or being flattered or being appreciated, when you decide to put your little ego to bed, tuck her in and shut the door, you find you have nothing to lose and all this humanity – and divinity- to gain. You see that much of the time, you’re the one hurting and sighing and inflicting your neediness on others. You see that they hurt too. You see that we’re all doing our best with our clingy egos, our blistered feet walking this gravelly road of our days. Relationships aren’t easy, but easy has never been the most important value. Grasping for easy will never get you to the mountaintop, the hidden lake, the new baby, the Golden Anniversary. Don’t pray for easy. Pray for grace, humility, the great strength to give up the spotlight and stop the whining.