FOR EXAMPLE: I have an incredible and supportive family, I belong to a church with a living breathing prophet and teaches us how to live the gospel of Christ, I have a job, AND A CAR NAMED MARTIN, I have hopes and too many dreams to count, I can feel with people and I love so many things that I cant ever seem to have enough hours in the day to do it all. I have friends and examples all around me, I feel safe 98% of the time, I have a body that works great, and a mind that keeps me quite busy. I have the knowledge that God is my loving Father, and He has perfect understanding and compassion.
Why? why me? Why do I get to be one of the chosen few to live a life of safety and joy, while I read and see a little bite of what it is like for billions of other people? And now you ask why I want to do everything? I just have this urge and fire... like I have to do a lot with what God has given me, in part because I don't think he gave me all those things and opportunities to simply enjoy them and call it good.
There's gotta be a reason.
