It seems that lately, everyone has something to complain about. We sit in our nice homes, surrounded by nice things, people we love and care about...and yet we complain. Two days ago, when a earthquake that hit 7.o on the Rictor Scale hit Haiti, I would say that those people had something to complain about. Yet, watching the news, I see people in the streets, dancing and praising for their lives, praying for those whose condition is still unknown. They have had no food and water for 36 hours. Right now, I could walk less than a minute to my fridge, grab any array of food or drink, and be back here typing in no time. Yet we complain.
I've been dealing with a lot in life lately. My step-mom has had three major surgeries in less than a year. I have lived in three towns, three counties, and gone to three different high schools, all in the past 10 months. A few months ago, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, a disease that causes me to be in constant, chronic pain. Currently, I have no job, thus no money. To be completely blunt, my life is...wonderful. I have my family, my friends, I have God. Of course, I could sit here and complain about how I feel, or what I can't do, but there's no point, is there? If people can dance and praise in the streets for every life that has been spared after such devestation, why do we sit and complain because we can't afford the latest gadgets?
It is my honest belief that God will provide. For Haiti, for me, for you. For all of us. Many only turn to him in their time of need, and he will always answer (though maybe not how you planned). God is ALWAYS there. We see him in the good times, but blame him for the bad. He will never leave or forsake you. Never harm or hinder you. Never...run out of coffee? (Seriously, good stuff.)
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