Monday, December 2, 2013

Dear God,

The view from a sick bed is a unique one because you give us opportunity to see the world in a different light.  Things look a little gloomy when we are sick.  Our attitudes suffer and so do our behaviors.  We may actually think we will never get better.  But most illnesses are fleeting even if they last a couple of weeks. Healing usually comes if you live in a healthy, safe, quiet, and loving environment.

That was the light that shined on me in my sick bed today.  While I ate hot soup, took my medicine, drank lots of clean water, wrapped my covers around me in my warm bed, and watched Christmas movies, I knew I would soon be well.  I realized, however, that refugee camps, city ghettos, third world rural areas, and many other places on the planet are filled with sick infants, children, teens, men and women.  Because they have none of the healing essentials I have, some will die from diseases that could have been treated.

Why do I live a blessed life while others suffer?  Why am I comforted while others live in fear?  Why do I have access to pretty much everything I need while many have none?  Why am I among those who have so much when so many have little or nothing?  From my comfortable place, I am chagrined.

Why do
so few
have so much
while so many
have so little?

Love, Andrea