The breakfast biscuit that I devoured this morning
isn't sitting too well in my stomach anymore.
While I hungrily scanned the menu, little did I know that thousands of children
were starving to death in this war-torn country alone.
Yes, Texas has been going through a drought.
It has been over 100 degrees here for as long as I can remember.
I sigh every time I step out into the heat
and groan when the a/c doesn't exceed its potential.
Yet, I'm still eating. I'm still sheltered. I'm still breathing.
But in Somalia?
They're starving. They're homeless. They're struggling for life.
What is a slight inconvenience to me is a life-threatening menace to them.
How much does it take for me to realize that I don't deserve the life that I have?
That it is only by the grace of God that I'm not over there starving to death?
News like this comes up all the time, but this one hit especially hard just now.
And it very well should. All the time.
My heart aches. I am so ashamed.
My head is already days ahead worrying about nonsense
when there are others who can't fathom living another hour.
Wisdom in spending. Diligence in prayer.
Humility at all costs.
God help us.
God help me.
