I read something recently in response to which I wanted to comment that the existence of worse things in the world does not make a bad thing unbad.
And then I talked to a friend today who just got back from a service trip in the Philippines and I realized that maybe I was wrong.
Maybe in some situations, the existence of extreme poverty makes the idea of taking a minimum wage job at a restaurant after getting your bachelor’s degree sort of unbad.
Or maybe it was just never bad to begin with.
I often hear stories of third world countries and barefoot orphans running through the streets with nothing to eat, but today I was reminded that the life I have really isn’t my own.
It’s God’s breath in my lungs so I will pour out my praise to the one who has ordained that I be here at the exact time and in the exact place I am this very uncertain post-grad moment.
Because I’m realizing that so much of what I thought was bad, is actually unbad, and that if I really think about it, all the unbad things in my life are actually gifts from God.