As I sit here with the gentle rain falling, my mind tends to wander.  (Although it does quite a bit of that without the gentle rain.)  I wonder how many farmers would celebrate just a portion of the rain we’ve had this summer, but I fuss about missing a day in the garden.  I wonder how many people would love to live in a safe neighborhood, in a snug little house, hearing nothing but the gentle rain falling.

With a pork roast in the crock pot getting ready to be turned into barbecue with my mama’s special sauce, I wonder how many people are hungry right now.

As I look out the back window at the beautiful stand of hardwood trees and all my flowers, I wonder how many children look out their windows and see only asphalt, concrete, trash and filth.  Makes me sad that some grow up in these circumstances.

Looking at the fresh tomatoes and okra I picked from my garden, I wonder how many people don’t ever have fresh fruits and vegetables.  I wonder why huge corporations are growing foods with harmful chemicals and pesticides that are not good for human consumption, while taking our tax dollars as subsidies for this.

And after it all, I keep hearing the refrain from that song:

Who am I that the King would bleed and die for?
Who am I that He would pray not my will, Thy Lord?                                                                      The answer I may never know, why He ever loved me so
But to an old rugged cross He’d go for who am I?

Have a blessed day, and use this quiet, still time to ponder Who are You?