Perspective.

I think that it is very easy to get lost in the shuffle – that is, we all lead busy lives, filled with hurry and appointments and work and family and church and friends – the list goes on. Our days can easily turn from being great to sour with one bad phone call or a little traffic jam when we’re trying to get somewhere…which brings me to this: How lucky are we that we have a phone? Or, that we have a car to be stuck in traffic in??

For me, it’s so so so easy to forget that I live a life that most people in this world couldn’t even fathom – because I live a life of privilege. I have running water. I have parents who are healthy and who provided me with shelter, an education, love and toys. I never went without anything. I always had dinner on the table. I always had clothes and a bed in which to sleep.  

For me, it’s embarrassing to admit that there are some very seemingly HUGE (ok, fine… really not huge) things that can make me lose hope in my God, and question faith in my Savior. Gosh, that feels so ugly to actually say.

I don’t know whether or not your situation is similar to mine or not. What I do know, is that I am NOT EXAGGERATING when I say that there are literally more than one million people that live in an area that is just over 1 square mile in Kenya. People that don’t always have dinner, that don’t have running water, who might not have parents that hug them when they come home from school – if they go to school. People who may have AIDS but don’t have medicine to help, who live in a house made from cardboard – or tin, if they’re lucky. People who can’t fathom the luxury of cars or electricity or clean water or a daily meal or clothes and shoes without holes that fit. But, in all of this, do you know what these people understand? They understand that they have hope.  

They sing and pray and laugh and believe. Most of all, they hope.