"Anything I have, I don’t deserve.
Everything I have isn’t a given — it’s given.
Nothing is a given — everything’s a gift...
Who am I to complain in losses when what
I lost wasn’t mine to begin with?"
from Ann Voskamp at www.aholyexperience.com
In the rest of her post, Ann speaks of not having peace and quiet in her home. That is one thing I yearn for. Not total quiet, but rather, the absence of conflict, of the not-so-nice-words spoken, of the non-CHRISTlike tones that reverberate against these walls. But who am I to think I deserve "peace and quiet"? I know that HE wants our home to be loving, yes, but why do I think it's mine to have?