I'm sure you've wondered it too.
Of all the persons on this planet, most of whom live in poverty and are plagued with innumerable fears, Why was I born, not one of them, but here, on the soil of the United States of America?
It seems to me that God could've ordained that I'd be a little girl in Africa, a precious child conceived in the womb a woman who's blood test would read positive for HIV. Could I not have, just as easily, been that infant, the dear orphan baby who knows nothing of birthdays, who most likely won't see her second?
"Am I any more deserving than she is?" Surely not.
"Is it by chance, that as I breathed my first I was greeted by a silver spoon?"
I seek. I knock. I ask.
I search without understanding of something too great for my comprehension. It matters not how hard or how long I ponder. I shall never, as long as I remain on this earth, know the reason; for The Answer withholds such an answer from me.
So, for now, I embrace with all thanksgiving, the lavish wealth with which I have been so graciously endued, the family I do not deserve, and the saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ which is the root of my beautiful country, my sparkling silver spoon.
Oh that I may take that precious knowledge to the lost and dying people of the world. Oh that my words may give them life and hope. May the Gospel of Jesus Christ delivered by my tongue and my pen, be the nation-changing power unto them that will someday cause their descendants to search into the depths of the universe for the ever unanswered question.