I know November is the month of “thanksgiving”, where we all
write about what we are grateful for. I planned on doing such a thing and
sharing it, but since starting a brand new job I’ve been a little swamped (“stressed”
is a better word, but swamped works too). I would write about this particular
topic any day of the week, of any month of any given year. It is something I
think about almost constantly because I realize how unfair and imbalanced it is
in this world.
I cannot help but write today of how grateful I am for my
health and for a body that works properly every single day.
It hurts my heart to think of the men, women, and children
in the world who do not have this incredible blessing and priviledge.
I think of this because the last 2 years has been heart
wrenching for me. I have not lost any one in my family, but friends have lost
loved ones to cancer and other forms of sickness. Young children, vibrant with
life so bright it makes your eyes crinkle with a smile*. Young men, bold,
courageous and positive even through “miles of clouded hell"**.
It always kills me to see such bright candles snuffed out
and smoking before their wax begins to melt. Winds and howling rainstorms do
their best to make their flames sputter and die out, and yet they burn hotter
with the resistance.
I always wonder why some of us are given a clean bill of
health, with minor accidents and very few (if any) life-shattering ailments, while others are
riddled with disease, cancer, deformities, and complications. What makes those
of us who are healthy so special? Did we miss a line in heaven, a line that
required us to experience some sort of physical, mental, or spiritual ailment? Were
we selfish and skipped that line? I surely hope not.
I do not know answers. But it is definitely on the top of my
list to ask when I die and meet my Maker.
Today, I’m grateful for a healthy life. A life without complications.
I suppose because I am so blessed, it is my duty to help the others who
struggle, who hurt and suffer through their trials of physical, mental, spiritual
and emotional duress.
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