I complain all the time about this thing or that thing.
How small all those problem felt as I thought about the Holy Family this Christmas.
Are any of my decisions as difficult as Joseph's decision to stay with Mary after she inexplicably became pregnant?
Is any of my pain as bad as what Jesus felt when nails were being driven through his body?
Is any of my suffering even close to what Our Blessed Mother had to endure watching her Son die for us?
Of course not.
So if the Holiest of Families had to go through all that, how can I possibly complain about any of my little crosses?