On a day like today, foggy and chilly, plus a day like yesterday, rainy all day, I am thankful for a roof over my head.
Something we overlook regularly, a roof, is more than so many people in this world have. And on rainy days especially, we should remember to be thankful for that roof. Some people take that roof for granted, saying that they earned it, built it, paid for it. I can’t help but think that we were born into our roofs, that because I was born into a family that already had a roof, that means I will likely always have a roof too. At this point in the rambling blog post, I always think back to the children in Gaborone who were born without a roof. By chance of being born, their future doesn’t have the promised roof that mine does. It is random chance? Nope. It’s what my presbyterian friends call predestination (whoa, deep). And I don’t know how I feel about it or if there is an easy or right answer as to why I have a roof and they don’t. One thing for certain is that I better be really dang thankful for my roof. (And by roof I mean the life God has blessed me with, if you hadn’t caught that yet)
Because this is kind of a heavy subject for a Wednesday, here are some stinkin cute pictures of kids from Gabs.