Dec 22, 2003 00:17
So many stories. I sit and read them. I hear of them. I pray about them. They affect my friends. They affect my parents. They affect people I don't know. They're everywhere.
They help me to realize what I take for granted. My life, my family, my friends. The people I have around me. The things I have. The life I lead. I am very fortunate, but I don't always think of it.
I can only sit and watch. I'm not apart of it. I can only see the hurt. And seeing the hurt still hurts me. But not in the way they experience. They're angry, they're deppresed, they're sad. My words of comfort do little.
The world wraps us up. We forget the things we were given, we forget we were created, we forget that many people don't have it as good as us. It puts a blind over our eyes, and when we take the blind off, it is often too late.
This Christmas, think about what you have. Think about what others don't have. Don't feel bad for the things God has given you, but at least be thankful.