Mine

A friend of ours is going through an incredibly difficult time, her 18 month old little girl was just diagnosed with Leukemia, and to be honest, it has hit home on several occasions for me. It's hard to imagine myself going through what she is dealing with, and then she posted this poem on her website! It just goes to show, it's time to start looking outside our "box" and trying to see what we can do to help those around us... thanks Natalie for helping me to see the bigger picture.


"Mine"

We were on our way home after a fun evening with friends, and each of the children had a balloon I had given them. Emily's popped and she burst into tears. Johnny responded, "Good thing it wasn't mine!"

"Mine." Is anything just "mine"?

We seem to be tucked away nicely and privately in our own seperate skin, a warm little wall that protects us from everyone's problems, but our own. And from inside we can peer out and say, "Oh-children are starving in Africa. Good thing they're not mine!" Or we can say, "A house burned down just up the street this morning. Good thing it wasn't mine!"

But the borders are getting less and less clear...Scientists are proving these days that in very subtle ways every living thing is connected. Perhaps like what Jesus must have meant when he said, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, ye have done it unto me."

In some magical way that we will one day understand, whenever flowers are given or balloons are popped, they are mine.