For the past few weeks (& especially this week) I’ve been feeling kind-of mopey and dis-connected.
It hasn’t been helped by the lack of a home or a car and it’s definitely not been helped by a lack of internet, cable or phone.
We’ve felt distant, lost, alone… Or, as alone as you can feel in a house full of 15 kids.
But yesterday, in the midst of it all, my sister Erin went into labor and suddenly, our focus was not on why sad things happen, but instead, on the beauty of it all…
good, bad, sloppy or neat.
It is God’s perfection.
And suddenly, I can’t help but feel thankful.
How can I not?
In the middle of my sadness, God gifted my sister with a beautiful, healthy and teeny tiny perfect little boy and I can feel nothing but joy and thanksgiving.