Back to a NEW life
After seeing endless shacks, depravity, pain, struggle for survival, I don’t know how to deal with the privilege I have. There is something in my bones that says, “I don’t want it”: my upbringing, my opportunity, the generous gifts I have received during my lifetime. What makes it fair? They bathe in the streets while I access an endless supply of heated water.
Maybe they are the ones who truly know how to depend on God. And as I waste even the slightest bit or am not generous with what I have been GIVEN, not even "earned", maybe they are...