I used to be able to learn about the suffering in the world without wanting to close my eyes and plug my ears. I felt empathy and a desire to serve.
Then I became a mother.
Now when I hear about babies who have no one to take care of them, or who wake up to both their parents dead, or whose mothers are so malnourished that they don't produce any milk and so the baby starves too, well, let's just say I weep. I weep. I get a headache from weeping. Then I weep some more.
I would read a few chapters of this book, and then need to resist the urge to wake up my sleeping children and cuddle them and tell them I'll always be here for them.
I am so blessed.
I am SO IMMEASURABLY BLESSED.
And I feel a bit guilty. Why am I so lucky? So easily I could have been born to less privilege, wealth, health, freedom, and opportunity.
So the question is, what can I do?
What can I do to alleviate some of the suffering in the world?
How can I feel only humbly thankful rather than guilty for my numerous blessings?
See you all soon. Looking forward to hearing about your experience with this book.