You wonder how God decides who goes where?  Why was I lucky enough to be born in the US instead of Africa?  Why did He choose hardworking intelligent parents for me?

Since my first trip to Africa 4 years ago, I have wondered about the privilege of birthplace.  Of course, since African people don’t know anything else, I am not sure that they feel unlucky.  There are lots of Americans who don’t realize how lucky they are since the have never seen how other countries live (and CNN doesn’t count!!!)

Now after visiting the home of my recent foster children, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be born to parents who don’t hold down jobs, or try to further their education.  Although I hope these little guys will have a life that is much better than what they have now; since their parents are continuing the cycle of poverty and neglect, I am not sure that they will be able to do much better.  I guess as long as they are happy with their life, who am I to judge!

The sad thing is that whether in Africa or right here in Texas, poverty exists, so I need to be grateful that God chose something different for me.  I guess I need to be more thankful for what I  have and to do my best to help my neighbors, near and far!!!