3 words have been on my mind a lot lately. LIFE IS SHORT. Sometimes sadly too short.
An old friend of mine tragically died a couple of weeks ago. And last week, my sisters Bishop suddenly died. I can't stop thinking about their families. They were fathers. Husbands. Sons. Friends. I can't even begin to imagine how their families must mourn their loss. How long each day must seem to them right now. Even with the knowledge that it's not the end. Even knowing they are not left comfortless.
It seems everywhere I turn I've been hearing heart breaking stories. Particularly involving children and families. Parents pleading for prayers to heal what is broken. Pleading for miracles to occur. These stories particularly effect me. How can they not when I am a Mother, a parent myself.
So in this swirl of thoughts, 2 things have been in the forefront of my mind.
One. The power of prayer is REAL. People are healed. Comforted and strengthened. Miracles happen when prayers are offered.
The second prominent thought is the overwhelming feeling of GRATITUDE I have for the blessings in my life.
All this heartbreak has made me reflect on what is really important. The things that really matters. I feel so very grateful for every day that I have with my children and my husband. Grateful even for the less-than-perfect-sometimes-crazy-days. I don't want to take any of these things for granted. Not for a second. They can be taken away so very quickly.
I am grateful that my children are healthy. Safe and happy. My heart hurts for those that cannot say the same. I have shed many tears for these Mothers/families and asked why?
An old friend of mine tragically died a couple of weeks ago. And last week, my sisters Bishop suddenly died. I can't stop thinking about their families. They were fathers. Husbands. Sons. Friends. I can't even begin to imagine how their families must mourn their loss. How long each day must seem to them right now. Even with the knowledge that it's not the end. Even knowing they are not left comfortless.
It seems everywhere I turn I've been hearing heart breaking stories. Particularly involving children and families. Parents pleading for prayers to heal what is broken. Pleading for miracles to occur. These stories particularly effect me. How can they not when I am a Mother, a parent myself.
So in this swirl of thoughts, 2 things have been in the forefront of my mind.
One. The power of prayer is REAL. People are healed. Comforted and strengthened. Miracles happen when prayers are offered.
The second prominent thought is the overwhelming feeling of GRATITUDE I have for the blessings in my life.
All this heartbreak has made me reflect on what is really important. The things that really matters. I feel so very grateful for every day that I have with my children and my husband. Grateful even for the less-than-perfect-sometimes-crazy-days. I don't want to take any of these things for granted. Not for a second. They can be taken away so very quickly.
I am grateful that my children are healthy. Safe and happy. My heart hurts for those that cannot say the same. I have shed many tears for these Mothers/families and asked why?
Sadly, I don't know the answer to that question. But I do know that God's hand is in everything. I trust in that. Even when life takes unexpected turns. Even when life is tragically taken away much too soon. Even when heartbreaking things happen. God's hand is in everything and one day all will be made whole again.
So at the end of another day where my heart is full of gratitude for what I have. I am going to kiss my sleeping babies and say a prayer. A long prayer. For all the mothers and families that are suffering. A prayer for my own family.
I am going to resolve not to waste a second on things that are simply NOT important.
I am going to remember how good life is and how blessed I am to have these beautiful people around me.
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Love you Listy.
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