tired

This is purely hypothetical... and probably heretical, but could there be a place in the world that God doesn't like? I mean, sometimes I wonder. I'm not getting in to it again. I just get so tired of the same conversations over and over, but nobody has a solution. Here I am, living in the land of opportunity, safe from persecution, enjoying a healthy family with infinite blessings, yet something is still wrong. I could be sitting in a hospital with a terminally ill child or hiding in some refugee camp in Africa, trying to find clean drinking water, dying from diarrhea. Where would my faith be stronger? Does it matter? These lines from a song have been bothering me this week. I think there is a connection, but I'm still working on it.

Surrender don't come natural to me
I'd rather fight You for something I don't really want
Than to take what You give that I need
And I've beat my head against so many walls
Now I'm falling down, I'm falling on my knees

"Hold Me Jesus"-Rich Mullins