I am plain. There is nothing interesting about me. I am a real human being. In the wake of my every footstep, my footprint is left. There are no gold drops, no glitter, and as for glamour…none. The experiences I have been through in my life are more than others, but it does not even compare to the life of a baby boy born into poverty in Northern Uganda. I have nothing worthwhile to say, let alone think. There really is nothing. Everyday I wake up, and every night I go to sleep. Same thing, over and over. There are no original ideas generated in my mind. I am no one. I do not have war stories, and I have never saved another human being. I am not a hero!
But God, knit me together in my mother’s womb. I am created intricately, so that every second, my heart beats. Without thinking, my body knows that I need to breathe. Breathe? Is that all I do? God created me to be here right now. And there is a purpose for that. He did not want me to be anywhere else. He did not want me to have war stories, and I have never saved another human being. But God saved me. He made me with a mind to think. He made with a heart to love. I may not show love in every situation, but even so, I was created for a purpose. I may feel plain, but I am nowhere near plain. No one else in the whole world possesses what I have…my life. I was not born into poverty; maybe my purpose is to end it. I was born in the land of opportunity. Maybe I need to give opportunity to those who do not have. My life is not plain. No one’s life is plain. Everyone was born for a purpose. But my question is this, whose purpose are you fulfilling?
-dedicated to R.M.