Just had a conversation with a good friend of mine and found that his life hasn’t really been going in his favor. In august of 2004, he lost his sister. After that, he began to do things he shouldn’t have done. And for it, he got in trouble. Just a few weeks ago, his grandma dropped to the floor and was sent to the hospital. She got a little better and the hospital let her go back home. Today, the same thing happened and they took her to ICU. Through this conversation I began to think. Why hasn’t any of this happened to me? Why haven’t I lost a sibling? Why is it that I have a good life? I don’t deserve it. In fact, I feel guilty for it. Like I’ve stolen it from someone else. I know there is a reason for everything, but I still don’t understand why God chose me to have a nearly perfect life. I’m no different than anyone else… I’m not worthy.
