I’m sitting in my very own bedroom, with a queen size bed, on my very own laptop. If I get hungry, I go downstairs and eat. If I get thirsty I go grab a drink. If I am cold I put on clothes or get under a warm blanket. If I am hot I turn on the air conditioning.

As I sit here and really reflect, I am hit with the realization of how blessed I really am.I was hit with this the past two times I was in Mexico. Like the selfish person I am I have forgotten those lessons learned and that faint time where I felt humble. Here I am so discontent with life because I don’t have a teaching job, an Iphone, a better car with hubcaps that match and air conditioning…or a coach bag.

There are people who have nothing. I saw them with my own eyes. I touched their hands and held their babies. I saw the same dirt smudged faces day after day in the same clothes begging for stickers and marshmallows, bum rushing me with my suitcase full of coloring pages and crayons. I saw their hungry longing eyes watching me as I ate a simple sandwich from subway. I don’t even like subway. I bet they would have killed for that subway sandwich. Seeing the poverty made me feel pangs of guilt in my stomach when it came time to eat in Mexico.Yet yesterday I couldn’t even finish my McDonalds and just threw the fries away.

Am I in a better position than them? No. This picture is just an outward manifestation of poverty. Inside I am just as poor and dirty and hungry as these people. It was while I was in this estate that Christ died for me. There is no real difference between them and myself, although I sit in a nicer home. God’s gift of salvation makes the difference. Because at the end, we leave everything..the mud huts…the nice homes….the grand meal…the scrapings. We leave it all.

The only thing worth having is Christ.