It is gratitude Monday. As I was pondering why developing the habit of thankfulness has made such a big difference in my life, I thought about how each and every time we visit Colombia, I am struck with the incredible differences there are in our standards of living here in the USA. Seeing others being content with far less than we have is a profound lesson in humility and gratefulness.
Some of the things I take for granted are:
lots of hot water, and lots of water pressure
most everyone obeys the traffic laws-it's not chaos
drinkable water from the faucet
I do not have to lock the doors on my house
there are a million things to choose from in the grocery store
if I couldn't afford to feed my kids, I would not have to beg on the street
if I couldn't afford medical care, I would not be turned away
In Colombia, I have seen mothers with babies or very small children begging, or worse: sleeping on the streets in cold weather with only a small blanket or coat over them.
I have seen the poorest of the poor, so many of them, digging through trash at night with their hands, finding whatever might be there to eat or use or resell. In Colombia, they are called the Recyclers.
I have seen men who pull large carts themselves, full of fresh produce or other things for sale. The men who have a little more money use an old, skinny horse to pull the cart.
I have seen small children working, selling packets of gum and crackers or shoelaces at little stands on the side of the street.
I have seen poverty to such a low level as I never imagined it could exist. It almost seems that we do not even comprehend what that word means, here in America, where even the very poor have televisions and foodstamps and medical care for free.
Most of the Colombians I know are simply happy with less.
They have much smaller and plainer homes, they walk or take public transportation most of the time, they do not have all the latest stuff from Best Buy, or much stuff of any sort, in general, and most of them drive tiny cars if they own a car at all.
I don't have to beg on the streets for food for my children.
My husband has a good job.
I get to stay home with our baby and the ten year old whom I homeschool.
Our older kids go to great schools.
We live in a quiet, lovely neighborhood with zero crime.
We have a spacious home and we can take long, hot showers whenever we want.
Visiting Colombia again spun me around some more.
I am learning to be grateful with less, in this time, in this place, with whatever He gives.
I don't need different possessions, and I don't need different circumstances in order to be happy.
I need to know the Lord, and love Him, and trust Him.
For this lesson, I am SO grateful.
* Casting all my cares on Him, for He cares FOR ME!
* celebrating another's triumph
*courage to speak
*self-control to be silent
*all of us together - sharing life
*laughter over hazelnut hot chocolate and homemade cinnamon rolls
*watching a friend's quiet strength while her oldest son is stationed overseas in danger
*quiet, slow-falling snowflakes, that quiet my soul as well and take my breath away
*letting go of fear, yet again, and falling into the arms of God
*a friend's beautiful, beautiful birth