Suffer? Not Well.

Today is Holy Saturday.  We await our Risen Lord with hope and anticipatory joy.  But still I contemplate His sorrow and my contribution to it.  Or more accurately, my lack of contribution.  My weakness when it comes to suffering.  How do we teach our children to suffer well, when we are so awful at it?  Yesterday's Good Friday service resembled an Olympic event and I did not unite the suffering of missing most of the spoken words of the Passion with my Lord's.  I just drew my sorrow close and felt sorry myself.  For the flu that will not go away, I feel sorry for myself.  Lord, pull me close to you, I give you my sorrow, help me live in joy the suffering you are offering me.  May I see it as the gift it is.