Shoes

All too often we spend too much time thinking about our own little worlds , our own problems and sometimes, just sometimes, we all need reminding how very very lucky we are.
It is all relative of course.

But this week having seen the terrible situation on Haiti and the sheer scale of the disaster, it is hard to imagine a worse place to be right now.
I would not like to be in their shoes.

We had a disaster at church. Vandals trashed the place.

My uncle is battling cancer.

My step dad is still wallowing in grief.

I hate my stressful,badly paid job.
My son has no friends and is turning into a recluse.
We have real money worries.
But nothing compares to Haiti.
The pictures of Haiti fill my soul with despair and frustration. As we look on helplessly, the world tries to respond, not quickly enough , to help the people trapped, injured, dying, hungry, homeless. All too late, too late.

Tonight, as I sit in my centrally heated house, I give thanks for my life and realise how lucky and blessed I am. And I do the only thing I can at this time - pray.