The more I see of how rough and difficult this world is for some, the more I realize that what I have experience and continue to experience day-to-day is, for lack of a better term, a dream world.
The prayer from the depth of my spirit is to simply understand this place we call Earth and the suffering that goes on. It's not that I want to suffer- I don't. But as uncomfortable and heart-breaking as it is, I want to see my place in the world. That I would see how unfathomably, ridiculously blessed my situation is as an American Christian with a family that loves me and food on my table and a warm house and that my persecution is people thinking I'm a little strange. Oh, that I would see the privilege and responsibility that goes along with all of this and that my time and money and affections would be so driven by reality, that maybe the people around me would think I had completely lost my mind when in fact I had simply begun to see the world through the eyes of Jesus...
