Blessed Beyond Measure
I am a first world citizen, a daughter of the privileged 10%.
I wake up each day warm and comfortable.
Fully clothed and safely sheltered from the cries of those less fortunate than me.
I speak the world language that others desperately long to know.
My passport holds power that is unmatched.
And why? Simply because I was born in one country and not another?
My needs and "rights" are beyond the dreams of others.
The worth of my clothing could feed a family for at least a year.
When my possessions are stolen, it only causes me inconvenience, never true loss.
The real problems of this world are lucky to be on the news in my bubble.
I live the life of luxury compared to the second and third worlds.
But that's not really being blessed beyond measure is it.
The real blessing I have received slips through the manicured fingers of my fellow Westerners and falls into the calloused hands of those who actually understand need.
I possess joy and hope and real intimacy.
I have experienced true relationships and have been made strong in absolute weakness.
I know Love.
That is how I have been blessed beyond measure.
That is the blessing I must share with the world.
I have been blessed far beyond measure.
Papa's peace and love.