Why Me Lord?

How many times do we say this?    It’s usually because I’m having a pity party and I can hang with the best of them when I’m feeling sorry for myself or my situation.     But last night I read something on my Facebook page that really affected me.     Later, sitting in the bathtub (does that happen to you?) the words to this song came to me.

WHY ME LORD?

Why me Lord, what have I ever done to deserve even one, of the pleasures I’ve known.

Tell me Lord, what did I ever do, that was worth love from you, or the kindness you’ve shown.

Lord help me Jesus, I’ve wasted it so, help me Jesus, I know what I am, now that I know, that I’ve needed you so, help me Jesus, my soul’s in your hand.

Tell me Lord, if you think there’s a way that I can repay all I’ve taken from you.   Maybe Lord, I can show someone else, what I’ve been through myself, on my way back to you.

Lord help me Jesus, I’ve wasted it so help me Jesus, I know what I am.   Now that I know that I’ve needed you so help me Jesus, my soul’s in your hand.

A plea for prayers came from a fellow blogger who I met last summer at her little vintage shop in Sylacauga, Alabama.   Her friend’s cancer is not responding to treatment and Hospice is being called in today.    Apparently the lady is at peace with her prognosis but wants to see her grandchild due in October.   

Life is a vapor.    It’s over in an instant.   But so many times we moan and groan our way through life feeling sorry for ourselves, wasting our days away.   I wonder if I found out some devastating health news for myself, how would I spend my remaining days?  Instead of asking “Why Me Lord” in such a negative way, I really should be asking what have I ever done to deserve the love of God.   

Let’s keep Lena Taylor in our prayers.    Thank you.