So much happened in the world while I was away from my family last week. I tried not to see or read about all the death piling up on various continents because I felt naked and small without the comfort of my children’s faces in my Paraguayan hotel room.
But I knew.
I’m home now and I’m sad and grateful. Sad that so many will never hold their children again in this life and grateful that today I am holding mine.
Life is short and I’m choosing to be thankful for what is in front of me for as long as I have today.
It’s possible (normal?) to be both sad and thankful, I’m finding out. Maybe the sadness makes the thanksgiving realer, somehow. All I know is, I still have Hope. And that He is good even when life is devastating.