'Tis the season, right? We're supposed to reflect on all we are thankful for. I know I don't give thanks as much as I should, but last night reminded me to appreciate all of my blessings.
With another couple from our Bible Study, Bryan and I visited some dear friends whose 13-year-old, special-needs daughter is in the hospital. By the time she goes home (hopefully early next week!), she will have been in for over two weeks. This isn't a "normal" routine for their family, but they have had their seasons.
During their stays over the years, they've gotten to know other families going through trials with their children and babies that can only be described as a nightmare. What these parents wouldn't trade for one of my worst days including the tantrums, attitudes, stresses?!
So I will remember to always be thankful for my precious children. Wiping their noses is a joy because they can breathe on their own. Breaking up their arguments is a pleasure because they can express themselves. I will laughingly direct their boisterous behavior to the basement because they can run freely. And I will lift those hospital families up in prayer that are going through things that I can't even imagine.