I glance into the dark room down the hall and hear praise music singing truth into sleeping ears.
Then I read on Facebook of a mother struggling with knowing her son is going to die soon from brain cancer.
How blessed am I!
Yes, we have our struggles. We aren't perfectly heathy. But they pale in comparison.
My precious girls will, Lord willing, live to see their 5th birthdays. I'll get to celebrate them. Pick themes, bake a cake.
How blessed am I!
As I type this two blue eyes pop open. My non-sleeper. I've struggled with getting her to sleep.
But her eyes open. She's smiles at me.
How blessed am I!
Little Stinker.
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