I’ve been realizing more and more lately how much I have. In terms of family, friends, material things, clothes, support, resources, shoes, and opportunities – I have them in abundance and I am extremely blessed.
I was talking to my momma recently about something I planned to bring back to Denver after winter break and thought out loud, “I really can’t believe I own more than what I have here with me. I don’t even need all the things I have right now.” I then got a little sick to my stomach thinking about the full closet, shoe shelf, bins of kitchen supplies, hair things, beds (yes, plural), and countless other things that I left in Texas. A fully furnished room and a mass of bins taking over the guest room. Seriously, how did I collect so much stuff over the years? Why did I think I needed all those things?
I remember struggling to pack and couldn’t believe I was attempting to live with only two suitcases (and two boxes that I mailed) of stuff for a year. Were they crazy?! No, they weren’t. I was.
I’ve bought a few things since being here (found some gem thrift stores to supplement my winter clothes collection-it was pathetic) but even before that I didn’t need anything. Besides a really warm jacket, of course. So now I sit with yet another full room and closet. I used to think my dad was clinically insane when he would say stuff like, “you only need one pair of (insert clothing/shoe item).” I mean, come on Greg. How am I supposed to function with only ONE pair of jeans? Or one pair of black heels? That’s ridiculous. No! I AM RIDICULOUS! I mean, having the luxury of choosing between clothing items and shoe choices is more than most of the world can do. Next time I find myself thinking, “I have nothing to wear today” I hope someone walks in and slaps me in the face.
My support network and resources make me feel like I’m capable of anything, and that is such a wonderful feeling, but so few people have that. I had just as much of a chance to be born into my family as I did to be born into a family that has struggled with poverty for generations, or any other situation for that matter. I did NOTHING to earn the life I was given, and neither did people born into poverty earn that either. It’s the luck of the draw, and apparently I drew all the cards and didn’t leave many for other people.
After being here for about a month I was struggling with the above thoughts and the guilt that can come along with it. But I chose another route. You can’t control the life you’re born in to, but you can control what you do with your life, and I’m going to make a difference. I am going to use my resources, opportunities, education, physical abilities, and everything else I’ve got to do my part in making the world a better place. I can’t change who I am or the hand I’ve been dealt, but I can attempt to play the cards in a way that will do the most good for the most people. I don’t quite know what that will look like, but stick around-I’m sure it’ll be an interesting journey.
Count your blessings everyday and thank the Lord for giving you the life He’s given you.