You know what I think about all the time? And I don't know what to make of it? Here's what, and please don't take this the wrong way:
My life is easy. And blessed. And beautiful, really.
At any given moment I have very few life struggles. There is one particular trial, which I'm not vocal about with too many people. And of course there are things here and there-- a bad day at work, a silly argument with the husband, a broken ankle (which healed before I knew it). But overall? I have no reason to complain. No trial actually worthy of feeling sorry for myself.
I look all around me and see people experiencing grief, heartache, addiction, loss, serious burdens I cannot even comprehend.
So of course I can't help but wonder... Why not me? Is it because I'm not strong enough to handle a terrible trial? Are all my trials going to come later in life? Oh no, what's going to happen to me/my husband/my future children? What did I do to deserve such an easy go at things? (Nothing.) How is it fair? (It's not.)
No, I'm not saying my life is perfect. Nor am I wishing trials upon myself. I suppose I'm just really grateful and overwhelmed and appreciative of all that I've been given. And more than anything, I'm wishing there was a way I could help ease the pain of so many people who are experiencing hard things.
I may have been told a time or two in my life that I'm selfish, and unfortunately I can see the truth in that. But here's to change, noticing when others could use a hand, giving all that I can, loving and serving with a happy heart. Maybe, just maybe, I can make a difference.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010