Just visited two blogs that are making me look at my own life today in a more embracing sort of way. At one site, the woman survived a stroke in her mid-thirties. She's still working on it, and will be for years to come. At the other blog, a woman had lost her husband to cancer just under a year ago. I get the impression she's in her late thirties or early forties.
Huh?
Some things in life just don't make sense. Timing, for instance. My grandparents on my dad's side lived into their eighties. In a weird twist, my mom's parents died in their forties/fifties. Too young. Well, too young in my mind, especially being that I've already outlived my mom's dad's age, and am fastly (which is a word I like, even though some would say that it's not a word...silly people) approaching the age my mom's mom was when she passed away. They both died of cancer....one of the stomach and the other of the liver. My mom and her sister, their only children, are both, respectively, in their eighties and nineties. No cancer in either of them, and I find that amazing.
So here I sit, without much energy (and not because of any illness, but because of pure laziness and a mid-life feeling of oldness), yet with a sense of purpose, nonetheless. I want to do stuff, but feel a bit out-of-sorts. Part of me, though, thinks that this is unacceptable considering that I just read about two women who are dealing with very, very hard times.
I've never liked stories where life throws those curve balls. The times when in an instant, everything changes. They scare me. I have to think hard on God's plans and His designs, which are always perfect. I admit, though, that I don't always like it.
Right now, this very minute, this very day when I don't have to leave the house, I'll just do what's in front of me. To be thankful for good health today, and enough food in the house to feed this brood. And I'll leave it at that.
(the photo is by my husband)
