*Warning: God is at work on my ungrateful heart. Reading this post might open your eyes to how God might be working on yours, too!*
I have given some thought over the past several months to how I might answer my children when, one day, he or she asks why they were an orphan in the Ukraine. Thinking about that eminent question has caused me to realize like never before that God alone is the answer to the question as to why I was allowed to be born as a little girl in America to an affluent (compared to the world’s population) family who loved me and treated me well. I had no choice in that matter and nothing in my own strength allowed me the privilege to be born in the United State to a loving family. I could have born with the exact same talents and could have been given the same gifts and been born in China as a little girl. My life would likely look very different than it does now. I could have just as easily been born in the Ukraine to a mother who gave me up as an orphan to live in a state run orphanage. The only difference is God.
I am not sure I will ever know or my children will ever know why God chose us to be born into different circumstances (at least we won’t know this side of heaven, and we probably won’t care once we’re in heaven!). I am so honored, humbled, and grateful, however, that because I was born into this country into a loving family with all of the rights and privileges including schooling, nourishment, and spiritual development that go along with my upbringing, that I will be able to answer my child that at least one part of God’s plan for me being born into my circumstances have allowed me to answer his or her questions about why he was born into his.