But, Lord...

My refrigerator is so empty, although it appears as if I have 

more than enough food than I can eat in one day. I don’t know
why I’m complaining, since some people would think what
I have is a banquet.

My clothes are quite old and I have not had anything new
to wear in quite a while. That homeless lady I saw the other
day - her clothes were filthy, hanging off her, torn and raggedy.
Maybe she’d think some of my clothes are a like a trip to Nordstrom’s.

My apartment is dirty and I don’t have the energy
to clean it right now. Still, I have four walls around me
and a roof over my head. The other day I saw Johnny* –
his bed was the sidewalk; his pillow was his backpack.

My apartment needs painting - I’m tired of the colors I chose
when I first moved in here. I can’t afford to buy paint or new curtains.
Then again, my city is full of homeless people who don’t care
about paint colors or curtains.  

My bathroom is so small and I don’t have a bathtub, 

just a shower, but a nice granite and marble tile shower stall and bathroom.

So many homeless people would think it is wonderful, instead

of having to find someplace to do their business on the street

or in public bathrooms.

“My, my my Child. I have heard you complaining about what

you have but you’re still not satisfied with it. However, you do see the

other side of the picture. With all your fault-finding, I have not

heard the two words that I, Your God, want to hear.” 

Forgive me Lord. Yes, I do forget. Let me bow my head
to say Thank You Lord for all the blessings you’ve provided
in my life. 

“That’s better my Child.” 

References - Philippians 4:12; II Corinthians 12:9, and Isaiah 49:10.