I heard a story tonight. It was told to illustrate a point. In many ways it was simply a parenthetical thought, but after hearing it, I could think of nothing else.
A woman at our church had gone to
I could not hold back the tears. I am ashamed that this contented posture of thankfulness is foreign to me. I can’t even bear to imagine her life, much less live in such circumstances.
I found myself distraught and despairing the other day over traveling all the way to a store (a whole 9 miles) only to discover that the item I had ordered had not yet arrived…I do not know true hardship, and yet I am often discontent.
I have been showered with so many blessings, but somehow I think I “need” more. I live an absolutely indulgent life, but I am poor. Like this Indian woman, may I find the richness that stems from genuine gratitude, irrelevant of circumstances.