"Charlene, 16 with a 1-month-old son, has come to rely on a traditional Haitian remedy for hunger pangs: cookies made of dried yellow dirt from the country's central plateau."
Why do we complain when we have it made?
We wake up, open the fridge and grunt because "There's nothing to eat"
Forgetting there are people in this world who say "I feel blessed to have this mud fill my stomach until my next meal"
We look in our closets and sigh "Ugh, I have nothing to wear"
Forgetting the children who are running around with no shoes everyday with dirt permanently in their hair
We role our eyes when our mom calls us more than we would like in a day
Forgetting that not every one has a mom, that some mothers would rather give their children away
We ignore the situation because we are scared of a conviction
Why are we so scared to better ourselves..?
I know you want to hear love, to hear more compassion for those who do without, rather than hear complaints about the issues that only you can take down
When I feel my flesh begin to complain, I will look at you Lord and not my own understanding
Amen
