And then the day continued...I firmed up summer therapy plans for my 6 year old over the phone, met some friends at Chick-fil-a for lunch, filled our bellies with goodness and drove home, taking sips of coffee and filtered water all day long. I went to the grocery store and picked up some staples, zipped over to get my 8 year old from his very expensive private school and then ran back home to throw together salmon, rice, kale and strawberry salad and shortcake.
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Somehow, I am privileged. I am the lucky one at the front of the line.
SOMEHOW-while my children are gorging themselves on strawberries and cream,
there are children aound the world
DYING of starvation
EVERY 3 SECONDS.
And this weekend when my sump pump and hot water suddenly bit the dust, and my kids were screaming in pain with the fire of strep....SOMEHOW, I was the lucky one who got to go to the doctor and get this amazing bubble gum medicine that cures. SOMEHOW, I was able to make it through an agonizing 24 hours without hot water while there are still 1 in 10 people in the world who can't even find a single drop of clean drinking water.
And how did I become so lucky that I get to drive around in a mini van all day
with the 7% of people in the world who actually own a car?
Making phone calls and pulling out plastic money-
Buying things off of Amazon Prime and getting them delivered to my door in 2 hours--
I'm not going to lie.
This is the hardest job I've ever had.
I'm kind of forever and around-the-clock in charge, wiping every sniffle, butt and spill.
Guarding every word, managing every expectation, dream and never tuning out or fully turning in.
Carefully timing ipad obsessions, time-outs and minutes to bed time and moments til wake time.
But today I feel unbelievably blessed.
And I surely don't deserve all this I know.
Thank you God.
We are convinced of your goodness.
We are convinced of our need to give.
