How did I get so blessed?
This is the question that has been on my mind so much this month. I look at the people around me, their clothes, their homes and think to myself, this could have been me. I could have been forced to beg for my food and live in the slums. How did I get it so good?
This thinking could definitely lead me into questioning my God. Wondering why He chooses some people to have an abundance and others to have nothing.
But then, as I continue to observe these people in Cambodia, I realize that maybe they are the blessed ones. They know what its like to have to rely on the Lord. They understand true suffering. Maybe its us, the wealthy, who have the bigger problem.
As I continue to think about this, I have come to the conclusion that neither is true.
Do I believe that God is sovereign?
The answer is yes! I know He is! He has each of us exactly where He wants us. He knows what we can handle and He is completely in love with both me and my Cambodian friends.
So am I incredibly blessed? Definitely, and so is every person who has ever lived because we have someone who loves us so dearly that He died for us and there is no greater love that this!
