Sometimes the green-eyed monster will sneak up behind me and begin whispering in my ear, reminding me of all the “things” I do not have.

We will carry on a conversation together, sometimes for days, and then I follow it with a pity party.

Thankfully, my jealously eventually subsides as I start to consider all of my blessings.

I hate to admit it, but once again, this week jealousy paid me a visit, and I listened to him for a bit.

This time, sooner rather than later, I began to feel exceedingly guilty for letting him bend my ear for even a minute.

I was lamenting to my sister-in-law about the little devils calling, and she reminded me there was nothing wrong with me, I was just human.

Being human, obviously does not give me the excuse to do as I please, but it does remind me that I am not going to act perfectly always.

My episode with jealousy got me thinking about Pope Francis and his visit to America.

Thousands have turned out to see this man who has chosen a more humble existence and shunned the finery typically permitted the leader of the Catholic Church.

Pope Francis has also not been one to point fingers or throw out harsh words of judgment to the people.

He just exudes love and forgiveness making him a living, breathing example of the message of Christ, making it apparent why all and not just the Catholic faith love him.

He seems to understand we are human and we are going to mess up, and boy do I mess up sometimes!

OK, so I told you the green-eyed monster had a hold of me this week, but what I haven’t said yet is that something else did too — blessings of my family and friends.

This week in addition to my green-eyed visitor, I also experienced the wealth of friendship.

I was invited to a “little” party on Wednesday night held in Jackson.

Four of my friends and I crawled into my sister-in-law’s car and drove to the destination.

It was an evening I will cherish. I could not go on enough about how much fun I had or how much I laughed.

We even wound up eating at a restaurant that had terrible service and the evening was still a blast.

Once we arrived home in Vicksburg, we all said our goodbyes and hugged one another, vowing to get together again soon.

The warm fuzzies I received were priceless, and I hope the memory of the evening will stave off any green-eyed monster that comes lurking at my door anytime soon.

Oh, I know I will mess up again and experience jealousy — I am human.

Pope Francis’ visit to America is historical, and I hope all of us living in the U.S. will take note of his message of love and forgiveness.

We are all human.