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Uncomfortable.

I sit on my bed. With warm blankets and a big bear next to me. My floor is covered with clothes and shoes every where. I hold a cup of warm coffee in my hand. I hear the wind outside, and its a bit cold. I hear the birds and the trees sway, I hear someone mow their lawn.

This is happening now; here. But what is happening in Africa? Haiti? Japan? Afghanistan? Iraq? Israel?

I realize that I am blessed to be where I am, to live where I am and to have what I have. But do I have to be comfortable with it? I see my life and I can't help but be uncomfortable. Everyday is the same. I get up, complain that I have to go to work, then I get home from work and sit some more next to my giant bear and maybe do some homework. What is going on in my thoughts? My heart? I'm not saying for everyone to go sell their stuff and not enjoy the blessings God has poured out on us. What I am saying is at least in our thoughts to acknowledge that there are people less fortunate than us, there are people that are suffering, men and women giving up their lives, men and women leaving their families to fight and not knowing if they will ever return. There are single moms who are struggling to provide for their kids, there are little children begging on the streets, there are people being persecuted right now for believing in Jesus-they are being beaten and killed. There are people with out Jesus right here in America, people who are so fooled that they have it all to make them happy. There are people right here within our reach who are so sick, kids fighting for their lives.

All these thoughts lay at the front of my mind today. It makes me so uncomfortable. Why is it that God has giving me, us-everything we can possibly imagine? Why is it that I can't stop thinking of the poor people? The suffering families? The fighting men? Because God...everyday...in His glory, majesty and righteousness shows me- a wretched, selfish, human being His compassionate, loving heart, which compels me to pray. To lean on Him. To lift up the people in terrible situations. To lift up the poor and the suffering. To shine for Him.

Every moment, that I focus on myself, my needs, my happiness-I feel uncomfortable. Every time I see people go about their day mindlessly, unaware-or I should say in denial-it makes me uncomfortable. Every time I hear a complaint come out of my mouth that a person in Africa wouldn't dare to complain about, it makes me sick.

So what do I do when that happens? Oh my soul be careful and pray. Adopt the heart of God and let yourself be uncomfortable, for that is when you're on your knees before Him.

 Sincerely,
Uncomfortable but thankful. 

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