Life Is Fragile

My heart aches tonight. Life is fragile. So very, very fragile. And precious. Each minute golden and incredibly important as it is the building block for the next moment, and that moment, a building block for the next, and on and on until finally we lay our heads down to rest and we've lived a day. If we close our eyes at night and our world is intact, our beloved ones alive, well, and reasonably happy, the children loved and fed, the house warm, and a certain sense of sureness that tomorrow will be the same, then we have lived a miraculous day. We have been in the presence of holy angels, dispatched by a Father in heaven Who loves us passionately.

How very tenuous is the gossamer thread of life?

Ask this Catholic Military Priest (you cannot NOT cry when reading this)

Ask any of these people who were the amazingly lucky survivors.

Ask Jennie how precious each letter she receives is.

Ask my brother and his wife and their children, who just found out he will be going back to Iraq with an Army National Guard unit after Christmas. They had just gotten life back to normal after his last deployment ended in Afghanistan, he returned home, got going in his job again, and have recently moved with his recent promotion. Please pray he won't have to go, and if he does, that Divine Providence will bring him safely home again.

It's a crazy world but we have a good God. Tonight, upon curling up between cool, cotton sheets and listening to hubby fall off to sleep, I'm going to send up especially heartfelt thanksgiving for the miracle of today.

God Love and Keep You.