There is nothing like a good dose of perspective. Especially here in middle class America. I have a tendency to make thunderstorms out of spring showers. But, I am always humbled when I take a look at my prayer list that includes my friend who is going through radiation over the next five weeks to treat a tumor on her brain stem. Or another friend who lost her job last week. Or a woman grieving the death of her 17 year old son.
Or my friend Mary Jane who lives in Uganda, a country in which the people face challenges like getting attacked by crocodiles while fetching water and dangerous political unrest and oppression. There are lots of bugs in Uganda, but no Super Targets. She shares her heart and her daily reality in a very poignant and honest way at Dennisons in Uganda. It is amazing stuff.
Last week I heard a story on the radio about a North Korean girl who finally found someone in the ‘black market’ who could give her a Bible. She had been searching for a Bible for eleven years. She also faces a severe prison sentence if she is caught in possession of that precious book. How often do I have to wait even eleven months for something I want or need much less risk imprisonment for it?
Not to say my troubles are completely insignificant or can’t end up being used for a good purpose. But, it sure does my soul some good to get perspective. It leads me to begin my prayers with so much genuine thanksgiving for the blessings and gifts that God has showered on me. I know that real storms will come, as they do for us all. They are powerful tools God uses to test our faith and develop our perseverance. In the mostly sunny meantime, though, I have to choose not to let the occasional drizzle bring me down.