I know many people that have extremely hard trials in their lives. Some aren't deserved, some are self-inflicted. Many have very sick children, spouses, or selves. Many are jobless and in financial trouble. Many are addicts or married to one. Drugs, alcohol, pornography, work, cigarettes... Many depend on short-lived physical experiences for quick bursts of happiness, only to fall back down to misery. Many have no direction, no religion, no purpose, no glow. These people are generally good people... So, why the trials?
So, I process all this and ask, why me? Why am I so blessed? Why do I have two beautiful healthy boys? Why do I have a wonderful husband who provides for us and loves me in every way despite my flaws? Why do I have religion, direction, and know exactly what I need to do to get where I want to be? Why has my life been blessed financially in a bad economy? What have I done to deserve such amazing blessings in my life?
Does it just mean that my time of trial hasn't arrived yet? Am I just asking for trouble?
I do know that as I see my friends struggle with what life has to offer, it helps me realize how grateful I should be. I thank my Heavenly Father every day for the things I have in my life that are so precious. I pray for those with tribulations that I just can't seem to help or fix. My heart aches wishing I could take the pain away, cure a sick child, rehabilitate an addict, or even just help them see that happiness is possible.
My heroes are the ones who, despite their challenges, turn their lives over to God and trust that He knows what He is doing. They are still positive even though they face dire circumstances. I wonder if I would be as strong?
So maybe instead of asking, why me? I should ask, why not?
Here are some pics of three of my
most precious blessings:
Zac after a long day at the petting zoo!
My wonderful hubby!
What every morning at my house looks like!
He thinks he's so big!
Gage outside in our lack of a backyard!
Cute!
You'd actually think they like each other!
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