When my children were in the pre-school and early elementary years, I frequently heard, “It’s not fair.” Not wanting to endure that verbiage for the next fifteen years, I must confess that early on I told them that life wasn’t fair. If it was, we would all be going to hell. (You will be relieved to know that additional theology accompanied that statement.)
Many parents feel that it is critical to be fair. Everyone seems to be screaming for fairness to prevail. The media loves to capitalize on injustice.
Lamentations 3:24 says, “The Lord is my portion says my soul, Therefore I hope in Him.”
God is my Portion—my fair share. You can’t get a better part, a fairer share. Whenever I get the short end of the stick, the smallest piece of pie, the illness instead of the healing, the absence of recognition, the closed ear, the closed door, the lack of appreciation, I have no lack—God is my portion. My share is more than fair.
Psalm 73:26, Psalm 119:57, Psalm 142:5, Jeremiah 51:19
