I don’t know about you guys, but I love to dwell on the past.
I KNOW! That sounds questionable, right?
This morning I was exhausted. I got very little sleep last night (after spending a great deal of time with some of my dearest people) and woke up for the day around 5:00am after a short night of tossing and turning. I sat at the kitchen table with my phone and cup of tea (to assist with my sore throat) and was surprised to see the “memories” feature on Facebook pop up for me.
“Thank you to everyone who prayed. Noah is ok as far as we know, with more testing ahead I’m sure. I wouldn’t wish that on any mother. We were and are so grateful for the support of our family, church family, and friends. We love you all.”
I am thankful that God made us that way. I can remember the minute details of that first seizure haunting me for months. I spent days and days reliving what had happened and what I could have done differently. The sounds of Noah failing to thrive echoed in my ears endlessly. I am so relieved to say that those details that came back for me time and again have now faded. I remember the feeling they gave me, but I can’t remember what they were.
For those I truly love and appreciate, I try to make a habit of letting them know and reinforcing the sentiment often. I no longer put off telling people I love them or trying establish a stronger relationship. In fact, this afternoon I will be writing thank-you letters to the 4 families that had the biggest part in that day.
In my case I express my love for you all by sharing what limited knowledge that I have, right here!
Take a moment today and be grateful for where you are after all that you have been through. God is good.