processing

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I drop both boys at their schools, and have a few hours of free time. I don't always know what to do with this time. Since I started training, I have scheduled my long runs on those days. But not this week. Yesterday, I took my time. 

I have immersed myself in the medical research about anaphylaxis. 

As a nurse, the whole episode is fascinating. 

As a Christian, the whole episode is a miracle.

When I saw this couple at Starbucks, it hit me.

Enjoying breakfast together, both gray-headed. 

You honestly don't know which day is your last. 

I know we say that - "Live each day like your last," but what does that really mean? To you?

The trivial things in my life are not less trivial. I am not that much more patient with my kids. I get annoyed about the little things still. I have not up and become a missionary. 

But I am humbled. 

I am in awe of God's presence and surrender my dependence on Him for each breath.

I respect Him. Fear Him. And humble myself before Him daily.

He lifted me up. 

I hold my kids a little tighter. I want them to know that I love them.

Trusting that God will take care of them if I am gone.

I check in with Edward more often and more concertedly. 

We hug tighter. Love better. Speak kinder. 

You give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light, cause oh you gave me such a fright.

I will hold you as long as you like, just promise me, we'll be alright. 

(Mumford & Sons)