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?
I’m the type of person to wonder about things. Normal things! Weird things! Anything really. Like I wonder how much happiness a person gets from people liking their Facebook status? Is it a lot of happiness or is it just a little? I wonder how many guys only hold the door open for the pretty girls, but let it shut in the face of the girl that they wouldn’t care to notice? I wonder why God allows people to suffer? But then again, I wonder why people allow other people to suffer? How many secrets are kept behind closed doors and away from the public ear? Who is allowed to know those secrets? I wonder why all the yummy food is the worst for me, and why chocolate can’t be like asparagus? There’s a few things I don’t wonder about. I know that the world is a much better place when people love each other. I wonder when we will realize that? I know that so many global issues could be solved if we all put others before ourselves. I wonder when we will give up selfishness? I know that there’s a famine right now in Somalia and Ethiopia. But I wonder how many people really care? I know that young girls, the age of my little sister, are being kidnapped and put into the sex trade. But I wonder when the world will decide to act against it? I know that kids in Uganda, Rwanda and the Congo are being kidnapped and forced to massacre innocent people for the rebel army. I wonder when we will stand up to stop it? I know that we can make a difference. But I wonder who will be a part of that “we”. That’s what I wonder! What do you wonder?