Detrimental Blessing... if not cared for according to the directions.

Blessed I was in Africa. Kenya specifically. I had no wardrobe, no laptop, no loofah even. (I actually used a sock as a wash cloth).

Now, after reading the memoirs of a missionary that comes in monthly newsletter form, I am convicted of the contentment I have in my life as I look over my billowing down comforter of a double bed at the pile of clean clothes on my papazan chair (who I could dare say be parked there for at the least a week without need of owner's use) as I type from this piece of metal (plastic?) that is worth more than a dozen kids' living expenses for a year- housing, food, clothing, and school.

Money isn't everything. I'm sure you've heard that quote before. However, have you noticed it is a common slogan most people would profess to know, but don't live? I have noticed and I am one of them. When you have the monetary provision you tend not to see those who really need it. I am blessed, I am blessed, I am blessed. Yet this is not where I wanted to be.

Africa was both simple and wild and I quote the writer "The simple and wild parts of me feel at home here and I am drawn to a way of life that is unwrapped. It calms my raw American nerves and redefines the use of the word need. This life requires trust in the Creator of the earth for even the simplest needs.."

I knew someone whose life was challenged by way of living at a certain income. As raises came, the bonuses were only given away. He supported his wife and kids with a simple life that was more rich than the King of Versailles. What a challenge, yet what a life.