Privilege

It is my last night here in Rome. I'm in my tiny room with dim lighting, cracking walls and strange sewage smell. I'm down with a cold and my face is sore from blowing my nose countless times through the day. Things could be better. Yet all I can think about is how incredibly fortunate I am. 

I recognize that to be able to do what I do is an uncommon privilege that is undeserved.

I recognize that I am covered in prayer by many who love me.

I recognize the Lord's abundant grace upon me with His protection, strength and wisdom.

I recognize His hand in my life. 

And for that I am grateful to The Lord from whom all blessings flow. 

at 5:22 AM