Feeling rather vunerable

It is with arrogance that my heart expects to be taken care of. It is only by grace that I am able to stir cream into a coffee that sits on a counter, that sits in a kitchen that sits in a house that is surrounded by relatively peaceful people who are privileged to drive in a working car on streets that are relatively taken care of that take these people wherever, whenever they want because streetlights keep the road lit 24/7/365. I have no merit in achieving this except that I have an Elohim who has seen fit to allow this to happen. I am thankful Father. I drink this coffee with a deep gratitude.