Life is Good
As I sit here keeping my small screaming child from blowing a gasket while mama is in the shower, I feel a great deal of pity for myself. I can't walk without a gimp thanks to a broken ankle, I should be in bed sleeping peacefully, and most of all I should have enjoyed a cold Dew before retiring for the night. My poor ankle got broke a couple weeks ago when, like a dummy, I thought I was young and strong again and was playing a game with my siblings. My "little" sister turned 18 and we were celebrating the over-the -hump period in her life by running around like mad monkeys in the Sahara. I stepped into a large pit on a dead run and something went snap, crackle, or otherwise popped inside my ankle. It's broke and I limp around in a splint. As I think about it with the wisdom that my age will bring, I realize that I am actually quite lucky. I could be pushing up toadstools and algae, I could have 2 broken feet, I could be out in the thunderstorm looking for a place to sleep, or I could even be dead. I have light from an electric bulb, I'm warm (or cool) and dry, I have a place to live, a car to drive, a family to love me, and even a computer with internet access. I have a good job and no needs. God is so good to us, and here I sit complaining about my sad, miserable life. What a concept. He sent his son to suffer and die the cruelest death known to man so we could live our care free cushy life and still have a better place to go when we die. Sure makes our problems look pretty small, don't it?
As I sit here keeping my small screaming child from blowing a gasket while mama is in the shower, I feel a great deal of pity for myself. I can't walk without a gimp thanks to a broken ankle, I should be in bed sleeping peacefully, and most of all I should have enjoyed a cold Dew before retiring for the night. My poor ankle got broke a couple weeks ago when, like a dummy, I thought I was young and strong again and was playing a game with my siblings. My "little" sister turned 18 and we were celebrating the over-the -hump period in her life by running around like mad monkeys in the Sahara. I stepped into a large pit on a dead run and something went snap, crackle, or otherwise popped inside my ankle. It's broke and I limp around in a splint. As I think about it with the wisdom that my age will bring, I realize that I am actually quite lucky. I could be pushing up toadstools and algae, I could have 2 broken feet, I could be out in the thunderstorm looking for a place to sleep, or I could even be dead. I have light from an electric bulb, I'm warm (or cool) and dry, I have a place to live, a car to drive, a family to love me, and even a computer with internet access. I have a good job and no needs. God is so good to us, and here I sit complaining about my sad, miserable life. What a concept. He sent his son to suffer and die the cruelest death known to man so we could live our care free cushy life and still have a better place to go when we die. Sure makes our problems look pretty small, don't it?
posted by Amos at 9:04 PM
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