I just finished watching an interview of Noah Worthington's dad, Wil. For those of you who are not local, Noah, age 11, was killed in a car accident last week.
I am left sitting here at my desk, eyes leaking profusely, pondering how this family will go on (I've written about those thoughts here).
The longer I sit there, though, I am struck with the reminder that it is all a gift....ALL of it...every boy in my house is a gift, my sweet husband is a gift, each dear friend is a gift. I deserve none of it.
When I start to consider the gifts in my life as things I somehow deserve or have earned, then living without them is inconceivable. However, gifts are not something to be grasped tightly, but something to cherish, to treasure, to give THANKS for. Gifts are just that...gifts. Blessed be the name of my God, who gives and takes away. My heart will choose to say, "Lord blessed be YOUR name".
Today, when I see my gifts, I plan to cherish and treasure a little more, to hug a little tighter, listen a little more intently, love a little more deeply.
THANKFUL for the gifts,