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Date: 08 March 2006 12:32:28
A conversation overheard.
Lord, give me a break. Please give me a break.
Why, my child. How many do you need?
Why will you have such a large bill for your car repairs when money is rather tight this month?
Well, might it be because you earn enough to have a car when so many in the world have to walk?
Why do you need a new door to replace the one where Tiddles has smashed the glass?
Why, could it be because you have a safe, warm home to live in when many are sleeping on the streets?
Why is your back aching?
Could that be because you are generally so well that the small aches and pains are noticeable. And could it be because you have such an excess of available food to eat that you overindulge and have given yourself too much weight to carry?
Why did Tiddles have a tantrum?
Could that be because you are blessed with two gorgeous children who hate it when you are cross with them and who feel secure enough in your love for them to let their pent-up anger out in your presence?
Why is it so hard watching your Dad suffer and caring for him?
My child, is that not because I have placed you in a family which cares for one another and because your father is someone you love deeply and who loves you? Would you rather be alone?
Why do you feel so alone sometimes?
Have you not looked around you and seen just how many friends and good family members you have who are there for you all the time? Am I not always with you? Don't you feel me at work in your life?
Why is life so hard sometimes?
Oh my child, do you think I don't know it's hard? Do you think I don't weep for you when you feel low and rejoice with you when you smile? Why do you think I sent my son?
Thank you, Father, for always being there for me and for the incredible richness of my life. Thank you for the beauty of the place I live, for the sanctuary of a country which is relatively safe and where I am free to follow my own faith and dreams, for a wonderful family and supportive friends, for the fact I don't have to boil my water or carry it for miles from the nearest stream, that I don't have to forage for food and I recieve (for all my moans) a fair pay for the work I do, that I have exceeded the life expectancy for many parts of the world, and that no matter where I go or what I do, you are always there beside me.