I've had a consistent thought running through my mind for the last couple of weeks...
I am blessed beyond measure. And I complain about it.
I don't even know how I could define blessed at this point because it
encompasses so much more than material
possessions. But, I know that I have many things that other people in this world will never have.
Every time I catch
myself saying anything negative about my job, I think of the people who are losing their jobs at that very moment...being called into an office and told that they are no longer needed.
Every time I complain about a homework assignment I think of the thousands (possibly millions) of people who will never have the chance to study at a university, and a private God-centered one at that.
I think it's strange that as Americans we make the very blessings we have into a fit of self pity every day.
"I have to wake up so early for work"
"This paper is taking forever to write"
"I am so tired of my job"
"Why do we have to read that book?"
I don't want to feel sorry for myself and my friends because we get to have jobs and study at amazing schools...it makes no sense at all.