Is it enough to just exist, to make it through the day?
Is it enough to just survive, to find a meal and a place to sleep?
Is it enough to just be, to spend your time searching for something, anything?
Is it enough to just breathe and breathe and breathe?
For some, that is reality, and it saddens me, but it also convicts me.

I have a home to live in.
I have a family I love and who loves me.
I have food in my kitchen.
I have plenty of clothes from which to choose.
I have a career that is fulfilling.
I have a purpose for each and everyday.
I breathe and breathe and breathe, and do not give any needs a second thought.

I have enough but sometimes, a lot of the time, I want more.
I want more food.
I want more clothes.
I want more love.
I want more attention, respect, purpose…
I want more.

And maybe that is the problem with this world. We want and want and want, and that drives our lives. But it not only drives our lives, but the lives of others. We want more than enough, but do not give a second thought to those who do not have enough.

Today, I saw a person along the city boulevard by his tent. Many would classify him as homeless, but for him, it was his home. Enough? Maybe to escape the elements. But is it really enough?

Now I sit here on the balcony of the Airbnb we rented for a week, our home away from home. Enough? Absolutely, yet I still want more.

Yes, I am part of the problem, for many do not have enough as I comfortably desire more. God, help me be part of the solution.