A sad day

It was a rough day for me yesterday, but not as rough as it was for my friend Gail and her family. Unfortunatley my friend Gail lost her baby on Sunday, and there was a memorial service and graveside services yesterday. Standing there looking at that little coffin and knowing that Kendall did not have a chance to meet those who loved her, was hard. It was hard for me to watch my friend in pain and not be able to do anything to help her. I know she said it helps by my just being there, but that doesn't seem like enough.

It doesn't seem fair that "bad" things happen to such a good person, but I realize that God does work in mysterious ways. It is not for me to question what His plan it although it is hard not to.

The situation makes you appreciate your kids a little bit more knowing that birth is indeed a miracle. I try to remind myself how lucky I am to have healthy, curious kids when they dump out the junk drawer or spill the entire pitcher of water. It is really hard at that moment and time, but I usually feel grateful when they are sleeping for the night. (That feeling might also be a result of finally getting a moment to myself!)