Her piercing scream cut right through the sunshine as I whipped around to see what had happened. There was my sweet mother stretched out on the concrete and my heart immediately went to my throat. A thoughts flooded my brain. Had she hit her head? How bad was it? Was she going to be O.K.? Countless other things traversed my brain at a rapid rate while I pulled out my phone to call my dad who was nearby in the park. In moments he was there with me trying to help her off of the slick wet floor. She was unable to walk and her wrist was deformed into a position that made me feel sick.
It’s been a week now since my mum fell and broke her wrist and fractured her pelvis. She’s going to be O.K. and for that I am immensely thankful. Yet, I’ve been thinking a lot about how fragile life is. Besides Jesus I love my parents more than anything. They are my best friends and so dear to me. The thought of losing them makes me shudder and feel horrible. On that day that she fell though I was reminded once again that my hope must be in something else. Someone else actually. That someone is Jesus. No matter what happens God still sits on the throne and he is good. Even if he would have taken my mom to be with him last week he would still be good. I’m grateful he didn’t ask me to walk through that right now. Today please tell the people that you love how you feel about them. Serve those around you with joy and enjoy the gifts all around you. They are there. Are you looking for them?
Today I am thankful for: great doctors/nurses, nice new hospital rooms, fresh cut garden flowers, the opportunity to watch the Olympics, my family, “my” kids in India, a personal relationship with Jesus. I could go on and on because the grace of God is unending.