I wish you enough

It's hard to understand"

by Bob Perks

It's hard to understand sometimes, but easy enough to

see. I try to make sense of things and fail to comprehend
the magnitude, width and depth of all that is mine.



Still with all of that clearly in front of me, I find myself whining
still, because I don't have this or that.



It wouldn't take much to see those around me lacking

even the stuff that I enjoy and I am nowhere near a

wealthy man by the world's standards. I have a simple
house, a car, food, a wife and family who love me.



I couldn't boast of a yacht, six figure income, tailored suits,
shoes made in Italy, or more bathrooms than bedrooms in my home.


Some of you may think that's not much.



Still others may read that and say, I rent a small apartment

with one bedroom that sleeps six. I can't afford to buy my

child a toy boat to play with and my income is below the

poverty line. As for clothes and shoes I thank God for the
Salvation Army and my church.


That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.



I wake up in the morning and I can't feel my feet sometimes.

I walk slumped over from muscle pain until I walk long
enough not to feel it.


Some of you may say it's just old age, get used to it.



Others may be thinking that's nothing. I can't walk any more.

My legs don't function at all and I am confined to a wheel chair.

My pain is constant because I can't afford the drugs to make it

all go away. I am crippled and can hardly sit up long enough
to eat.


That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.



I moan about the fact that I don't see my one son at all
and the other just calls any more. He's too busy to stop by.



Some of you say they have their own life, let them live it.
Be grateful, mine is in his 30's and still living here.



Others might say at least you have two sons. I lost my son

to war and my daughter to cancer. Didn't your oldest survive
his cancer? You ought to be grateful he's alive.


That's hard to understand, but easy enough to see.


I sometimes question God.


Some might say so do I.


Others might add, me, too.



Still He loves all of us, doesn't he? He never gives up on us,

does He? He sees more in us than we do, gives even when

we don't deserve it. He provides. He guides. He lifts us up
when no one else is there to do so. He forgives. He listens.



You can't deny the abundance in your life.

That's God...hard to understand sometimes, but easy
enough to see.


"I wish you enough!"