Why me? I'd be willing to bet I'm not the only one who has asked this question, right?
Given some of the things that have happened to me, I could ask this a lot.
* Broke a finger playing softball when I was about twelve--the finger never healed right, and it is permanently crooked.
* Caught in an explosion with my two-year-old daughter when I was twenty-one and still have the scars.
* Appendicitus at age twenty-seven--the appendix had gangreen.
* Inherited a defect in my teeth--too few (I had twenty-four instead of thirty-two) and very few of the ones I got were adult teeth. Lost all the upper teeth and now wear dentures.
I could go on, but why depress everyone?
I could push out my lower lip and cry, "Why me?"
I could blame God.
I could spend my time and resources to try to fix everything.
Or I could grin and bear it. I could look around me and notice many more worse off than I am. And try to help them when I can.
Or I could praise God for what I have. My family, my friends, my church, my home, my clothing, my pets, my garden, my occupation---well, you get the picture. There are so many more things that I have than those I don't have. Really, I have all that I need. Like St. Paul, I've learned to be content with what I have rather than to yearn for things I don't have. Thanks, Lord.
I hope so. I pray so.