Skip to main content

How comfortable are you?

Welcome to the First Church of America - A Little Something I Wrote. Click on the pink writing to read that. :)

I've sat in sadness and horror these past few days as the news has given us just small glimpses into the collapse of the Afghan government. Politics aside, which is difficult in that is seems that is what is at the heart of this mess, I'm heartbroken for the people. Today the pictures showed a plane stuffed likely beyond capacity of people leaving their homeland with little more than what clothes they were wearing just to escape the evil regime now in charge. But for every one that escaped, how many more were left? How many women and children will suffer atrocities at the hands of evil now? How many young boys will be forced to be soldiers? How many men will be forced to choose family or country? How many Christians will lose their lives just because they bear that name: Christian?

Heartbreaking. I'll admit to not being one that is always up to date on what is happening in the news because I just can't stand the evil in the news. I also know on any given day even in the US horrible things are happening. My thoughts strayed so far last week as to wonder about the girl standing on the corner by Target begging for money. I wondered because she was dressed fairly nicely if she might just be a victim of human trafficking. Yes, that is happening even here.

So what's my point? America...let's get closer to home. Illinois...no, closer. Rockford. How comfortable are you? 

Do you have what you need - shelter, food, clothing, religious freedom or even just freedom itself?

If you answered yes, which I'm fairly sure you did, when was the last time you thanked the Giver of those gifts. Yeah, they're all gifts. And we have an awful lot to be grateful for.

I get so comfortable here in my cozy side of the world that I don't stop to think about others sometimes. I don't stop to realize that others have way bigger concerns that not being able to find the right size of school uniform when they aren't sure their child will even be able to attend this year. I don't stop to realize that other have way graver concerns than being angry that masking up is coming back when they don't even know if their loved one will live through another bout of illness caused by poor housing let alone if Covid strikes. I don't stop to realize that others have way bigger concerns than where to eat for dinner when they aren't sure IF they will have enough food to last the week, let alone the month.

This week has been an introspective one for me. How about you?


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Beauty in Changing

This time of year is beautiful in the Midwest. The weather is cooling, drawing us to our hoodies, cozy sweaters and long forgotten jeans. Yards are decorated with cornstalks, pumpkins and fancy scarecrows. On trash days, curbs are lined with bags and bags of dead leaves and other yard waste as home owners ready their home for the coming cold months. And then there are the trees. I've taken a walk the last few nights with Lucas around our neighborhood and enjoyed the changing foliage much more than my twelve year old nephew. I'm a picture person. He's a get it done kind of kid. I stop a LOT to admire scenery. His mind has already completed the walk and is on to his next video game. He is often a block ahead of me before he realizes I stopped to admire a pinecone on the ground or a beautiful leaf on the road. I saw this quote and it resonated with me again:    Isn't that great? Humans resist change. We have readily displayed that ever since Covid-19 disrupted our lives an...
Post a Comment
Read more

Unemployed - Part Two

In my last post I mentioned this would be the "rest of the story". I realized a bit ago that this actually is just the middle of the story as God hasn't shown me the "rest" yet. Again, I'm not going to go through and edit this. Again, I'm just being real, typos and all. Where we left off, I'd left my job and now you understand why more fully. It was my mental health or working for her. I chose health. A few weeks before I left, I'd heard a song by my current favorite band, Unspoken. If you know me well, you'll know that I latch onto one specific band or artist and stick with them on a constant loop of their songs until another band sneaks in. I've been listening to Unspoken on that loop for about six months now. Coincidence? Nah. I worked for her for five months. One month prior the Lord started infiltrating my head with life-giving music. He knew.  One song, Sleep in the Storm, hit me hard a few weeks ago. It is the telling of the story ...
Post a Comment
Read more

46 and never been kissed

Yep. You read that right. I'm 46 years old today and I've never had a romantic kiss. (And if you're really thinking about that, no, I have never had a boyfriend either.) Why am I sharing that?  A sweet friend turned 43 last month and she and her friend turning the same age quipped that they were "43 and up a tree!" I laughed and told her that I would be worried what they would say about me turning 46! She decided "46 just for kicks". I told her that would be okay if I thought I could get my legs up to kick these days! :) But as I've thought about things a lot more this past month as I usually do leading up to my birthday, this theme is what continued to play out in my mind. I honestly find myself depressed around my birthday because I end up thinking about what I've not accomplished and the fact that I'm STILL single after another rotation around the sun. Seriously...after rotating around the sun 28 since turning the age to vote, I thought I...
2 comments
Read more