Last week some friends lost their premature baby after only a few days of life. They are dealing with their grief with amazing faith and sanity that I don't think I could've matched if I had gone through the same thing. They are grateful for the time with their child, even as they mourn the loss. Their grieving process will likely have many chapters and I am praying for them.
One side effect of hearing about something terribly sad happening in another family, at least with me, is that it shines a spotlight on what I do my best to remember all the time -- how incredibly blessed I am in so many ways. To have my beautiful daughter, my beloved husband, both sets of our parents still living, two of our grandmothers still living, much loved sisters, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephew, awesome friends.
Do you know the Ben Folds song "The Luckiest" (lyrics here)? It's a rather melancholy love song, but I've liked it since I first heard it a few years ago. A recurring phrase in the song is "I am, I am, I am the luckiest." I am, I am, I am very blessed and grateful this day. I hope you are, too.
