Today we went to get the oil changed in our car. And while waiting, we looked at new SUV's. I've been wanting to "look" and "price" and "compare" for a while now. Some part of me thinks I need a bigger vehicle (even though we don't yet). Anyway, I threw a little bit of a fit when Matthew informed me that "no" we wouldn't be buying a new car today. I threw a fit about it! I pouted.
And then I came home (still pouting) and read an article on CNN.com about three or four different families in Joplin, MO. I read about how they reacted, what they did, where they hid, what they salvaged and lost.
And then it hit me. Here I am begging for a new car, that we can barely afford, and that we don't need. And there are people, back home, who have lost everything. Literally. They have the clothes and on their back, and if they're lucky a few family and friends who survived as well. They are lucky to even be alive. Who am I to beg and plead for a new car? Who am I to ask for anything at this point? I feel disgusted with myself. There are people hurting, suffering, in my hometown. And I want a freaking car!
Thanks God, for opening my eyes. I feel the size of a pea, but my heart again has a burning passion for You, and for helping those in Joplin.
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