There is really nothing terribly new happening in our house these days. Aung Margie is still with us, and my heart breaks for her and her daughters. She hasn't been very alert since Friday morning, and loved ones just aren't supposed to suffer this way. I also learned that a childhood neighbor and former classmate lost her dad unexpectedly this weekend. I am hoping to get to my hometown for the visitation tomorrow, but we'll have to see how life works out.
As my children grow and mature in front of my eyes each day, I just can't help but be filled with prayer. My biggest hope in life is that my children grow to be productive members of society, and I can only hope and pray that Andrew and I can guide them in that direction. I suppose that seems dramatic, but it honestly is my greatest hope each day.
It's a crazy week for me in terms of my volunteer responsibilities, but I don't want to wish time away. I want to remember to be grateful for each moment of every day. It isn't going to come around again, and we are each only blessed with so many moments over the course of our lives. Lately, that has been all much of a reminder.
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