Why Me?
Why me?
Why did my parents go out of their way to make sure I had all I needed?
Why have I been blessed with good health all of my life?
Why has everyone in my family, when faced with any serious illness, always recovered?
Why was I the luckiest girl in the world when my Daddy bought me a horse for Christmas when I was ten years old?
Why was I introduced to a camp for the disabled that would bring an immeasurable amount of joy to my life?
Why has there always been someone, or the memory of someone, to see me through every trial I have had to face?
Why have I had so much love in my life?
Why did Jesus love me enough to die for me?
Each one of these questions reflect the facts of my life and each one of them are undeserved. I can't answer why these good things happened to me any more than I can answer why the bad things happened. I didn't deserve the bad, but I certainly haven't deserved all of the good either. What I do know is that when I center my attention on all that I have been given, I find new meaning in the question, "Why me?"
Furthermore, when I do look at the difficulties in my life, I tend to think, "Why not me?" Everyone faces some type of hardship. No one gets through this life without obtaining a few bruises and scars along the way. There are so many people out there who endure trials that are so much worse than mine. Why shouldn't I accept what God has laid before me? Someone had to breathe the breath that God gave to me the day I was born. Why not me?
When things go wrong, how often do you catch yourself asking, "Why me, Lord?" Be mindful that this question isn't always that direct. It can also come in the form of complaining or comparing your lot in life to others. The next time you are tempted to fall into the trap of self-pity, try writing down a list of your own. Give an honest assessment of all that has been given to you and then ask the Lord, "Why?" You will be amazed at how quickly that list will become longer than you would have ever expected. You will be in awe at how this simple practice can change you from the inside out.
posted by Allison | 12/07/2006
4 Comments:
Hi Allison!
Why me? and
Why not me?
This quastions are very similiar to me too.
I'm glad that I found your wonderful and interesting blog.
I wish you all the best and many blessings!
This message is kindred to my hearts and thoughts, too. "Why not me?" is a truism and a bit of grace God can faithfully plant within each heart that will seek Him; to know that God is good, only good.
Hi Alison,
I wrote this poem August 1987 when my daughter was little she is 27 now..at the time she was asking "Why me why not someone else"
Most who know my daughter say she is beautiful on the inside out..Me I tell her she beautiful through out..
The poem..is called "I Am..
I Am
I don’t feel different,
But they say I Am.
I am a little person.
Mummy says,
“God made me special”
It’s hard to accept
But I Am..
My heart is the same,
So are my eyes, my ears
And my mouth.
I cry, I hurt, I bleed
I have feelings.
“Wow” do I have feelings.
I am a little person,
I know
But please don’t call me names…
All I want is to play,
And have friends.
Is that so strange?
Sometimes I say
“It’s not fair Why, me?”
But if it wasn’t me,
It might have been you.
So I thank God that
I Am Me.
regards Carol
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