Tuesday, May 4, 2010
In just a few moments, I am headed to a funeral. For a man that lived a few houses over, who not long ago was riding his bike around the neighborhood as was his practice. He was a librarian, a husband and a father. And he was killed in a car accident. In one terrible moment, he was gone. His teenaged daughter was at the pre-prom dinner with her friends when her mom came to get her. To tell her that their lives had been ripped apart.
I whine. I get tired. I get frustrated. No answer yet for hubby's back pain. Pickle missing too much school due to headaches. I am weary of my heart hurting for them.
But they are here. Here for me to care for. To hug and pray for and bring medicine too.
Perspective. It's a gift. I'm unwrapping it today with Emily at Tuesdays unwrapped.