... and still we complain

While I was looking through the pictures of Swaziland, old and new, I was thinking about life. Yes, I do that sometimes! And I was reminded again of how fortunate we are. I have a job, a home, a car, two dogs (they are a blessing!), clothes, family and friends, food to eat ... three times a day, and so much more. And still we complain! I can't remember that I ever was hungry or had to wonder where my next meal would come from. I don't know how that feels and can't even imagine. I never have to wonder how I'm going to stay warm or dry. I don't know how it feels to be abused, to life on the street ... and still we complain. I can't help but think that God sometimes just sits and shakes His head ... And I was reminded of this poem in Scared written by Tom Davis:

I had a dream, Momma,
and in it the sky was blue as water;
I was thirsty, but it was too high
for me to lift my face and drink.

Patches of green were scattered
like emeralds over the red earth,
but I had no hands
and could not gather a treasure of grass
to hold against my baby bird-like chest.

Nothing was sound,
and everthing was broken.
I looked for you, Momma,
but you had gone.
I woke up and lay on my mat
weaving your name into a blanket
to keep me warm.

I tell myself
that you aren't gone,
you've only flown away,
like a shining black bird
and all your days are spent
breaking twigs with your beak
off the sticks that maim and beat
To build a nest for your Precious,
And for me and Abu.

And we wait, mouths open
Schreeching with our dry mouths
past the screams lodged deep
inside our tiny throats.
Come back for us.
Take us beyond the sky
where you are.

~Adanna~

 Adanna a little girl that knows hunger, abuse, death, cold and things that we cannot imagine.

And I go down on my knees and thank God, and I feel the compassion He is talking about in His Word. And I'm so thankful, but also so sad for the world out there... lost.

Check out these blogs:

Tom Davis, Musings from Graceland and Moms4change.