Sometimes I wonder...

...just how things are supposed to be. You look around the world and see what is and wonder why it isn't. Like, the people dying from AIDS in Swaziland, the poverty and filth people live in in Garbage City in Cairo, the maimed and broken people of Cambodia...and the children I take care of in the intensive care unit...sick, and trying to die. I wonder why this all is like it is. I think I know why. There are many reasons that things happen, but there are more times than not, when there are no reasons evident. And it is that very fact, that gets me to thinking about why. Is it because that through others, we see ourselves for who we really are, and are given an opportunity to become who we should be? When I meet the AIDS patient in Swaziland, the sick little girl with garbage on her feet in Cairo, the man with no legs lost from a land mine in Cambodia, and thank my lucky stars for what I have, I stop. I stop because of what I'm doing: thanking my lucky stars for what I have. A nice home, a good income, a wonderful family, food on the table, and just my life in general. But is it really about the "what"? I see those who I believe to be less fortunate than me, and realize that maybe they don't have it so bad after all. Especially those who profess their faith in Chirst. It's because they don't have "what". It's "who" they are that makes them thankful: faith driven, beholden to Him, far from needing "what", and looking to having a life in eternity. And so I wonder. Things are supposed to be what they are in order for me to see who I am. Thankful for being His servant, thankful for the gifts He has given me, thankful for the opporutnity to be with those who are true to themselves. I don't necessarily want to live with AIDS, or live in garbage, or live my life with no legs. But I do want to live my life comfortable with who I am with what I've got. And sometimes I wonder...could I be strong like them, believing in Him, regradless of what I have or don't have. I hope so...

in all things give thanks,

David