What comes to mind is my premature grandson born 6 weeks ago at a mere 2 pounds. Unable to get sufficient oxygen using his immature lungs he was put on a ventilator, fed through an IV and endured major surgery within his first week. As tumultuous as his progress has been and as much as I was uncomfortable at the sight of all those lines he was hooked to I've learned to be grateful even during the times when I was afraid. At first I was saddened that this tiny baby would always have a scar across his belly, now I am grateful for it, it saved his life.
I am grateful for the wake up call of negative emotions because they always carry a message. They tell me that I am not where I want to be.They remind me to be present and call my attention to either address the situation or embrace what is beyond my control. Ultimately that brings me peace and for that I am grateful.
Imago