May I never forget...
As I struggle with anxiety because we aren't able to invest much of our paychecks into savings, I know there are families just struggling to pay their bills.
As I beg my girls to "go to sleep" for the tenth time each night and grow more irritated by the minute, I remember there are parents that no longer have their children and would cherish hearing those little voices again.
As I fret over a headache or stomach bug, I can't imagine the pain another feels as her son awaits his second heart transplant.
As I compare my children to others and envy their talents, I reflect on a friend who was overjoyed when her son with Down syndrome started walking shortly before his third birthday.
As I complain about not having had a date night with my husband in over six weeks, I need to be reminded of the one who is apart from her husband for months while he is serving our country overseas.
As I let days go by without talking to my mom or dad, I listen to my husband speak with great sadness and longing for just one more conversation with his father.
As I counsel my children to ignore those who are mean or try to bring them down, I should heed my own advice.
As I read of Christ's love, mercy and grace, I pray that I can do the same.
