I'm feeling a little off today. Have been praying a lot. 2 families in particular. One family, young father is dealing with what looks like heart problems. So strange, I was just talking to his wife last night on the phone...and now I'm lifting them up in prayer. The other family, newborn (week old) baby is also dealing with complications from a heart murmur.
2 heart problems, 2 families worried. So hard to think about. How quickly things can change between a giggly phone call one evening, to a worried wife rushing to be with her husband at the hospital. A mom waiting expectantly for a new baby to arrive, to rushing that tiny newborn in for medical care. Life changes so quickly. Our plans aren't always ours to have. Life never quite works out the way we expect - there are curveballs all over the place. Some of those curveballs are amazing and breathtaking, others just knock the wind out of us.
So, I wait for updates, and I pray.
And I think. I think about how much I need to treasure each moment I have. With my husband, with my children, with my extended family. About how some moments break my heart, the good, the bad, the ugly - all can break my heart. We won't always be here, not like this, not like right now. Tomorrow, everything could change...or not. Not to sound like we need to live like every moment could be our last...but it could be. But we are always changing - especially children. The child that right now welcomes your hugs, may not do so tomorrow. The little hand that takes yours and leads you to the couch to read books may not reach for yours next week. The spouse that hugs you in the kitchen at breakfast may not walk in the door at suppertime as planned. The moments that suck right now...could become beautiful in time. Children grow. Life happens. Illness and death come. Enjoy the moments. They don't last.
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So true! I tell myself this all the time - when B wants to play and something in the house needs cleaning. I think she's going to remember that Mama played, not that everything in the house sparkled. This is another reason that I am so so sad about my brother not speaking to me. I think "Well, in time, he'll understand" and then I worry "Well, what if he doesn't? What if something happens?" Extra prayer for the families with heart problems. It is so difficult to love someone who is dangerously ill. :(
Thanks so much for the prayers, Kristin!
I promise you we felt every one of them - how blessed it was to be held up in prayer as we walked through that valley!
More giggly phone calls to come soon, I promise.
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