Every time I fall into my cosy, warm bed, I remember how lucky I am to be so comfortable.
There are so many people in the world who have lost the place they called home. Whose beds are buried beneath the rubble of earthquake or storm-smashed buildings. Or worse, in bombed out ruins. Man’s inhumanity to man knows no bounds.
Closer to home, even in “Godzone” there are people living in cars, crammed into sheds or on the street.
There but for the grace of God…
So every night I pause to think, and thank God for my lovely bed.