I love reading what others are doing and thinking, perhaps because it takes my mind elsewhere, because I know there are other's out there that feel the same way I do... and many that feel it more.
I began to have a realization that I have become a bit inwardly focused...not so much into myself per se but into my family. I have some every day good old American issues, like finances, and jobs, and teenagers and toddlers. And I also have a son who came to us in a state that for all intents and purposes would have killed him eventually if he weren't brought here. I posted a blog earlier about the issues I have with his care in the Children's Hospital here and then I watched a short video on a blog that has a mother with a dying child in her arms... dying of something as "simple" as food deprivation.
Why am I complaining? Why am I fussing? My son has something his parents didn't. He has a chance at life. He is in a place that while doctors won't speak to each other, at least they have the tools to get him better. This has been a long road but it's one to life...not to death...as was surely his path.
I fuss about being tired, but I drove to the hospital in my warm dry car, I didn't walk there for miles hoping the helpers will take him and give him relief. I can demand care, I have a choice.
I am not sure why we were given this gift, but E is. All of my children are gifts, they were given to one cracked pot ;o) ...but I thank the Lord for them. For being born in a place that I do have the choice and that we have the ability to not only save, but love and be loved by our sweet children.
Thank you Lord.