Reality Check

Yesterday Morning, 6:12am

Outside the wind has been howling and rain has been periodically pounding the windows and then taking a break. Right now I hear it in sheets blowing down the street. I complain about not having heat inside, about being cold, while I have seen the bidonvilles - the shanty towns: slabs of cardboard and sheets of metal stacked to form shelters. The lucky ones have found sheets of plywood. Some use particle board, others have stolen highway signs to us as roofs. The people huddled inside are wet and cold right now. It's been cold and wet for a week. Even indoors here I can see my breath. Many of them are sick. There will be no steaming mug of coffee to warm them up this morning. Probably many have huddled unsleeping through the night, while I complain about only having three and a half hours of sleep in my warm comfortable bed.

Dear Father,
Forgive my ingratitude! Thank you for your undeserved gifts - your love that has found me and guided me across three continents, the physical comforts of warm clothes and a dry bed, a family whose love stretches the ocean to remind me of your own. Open my eyes to bless others.