I am reminded of this today.
We had a bit of a scare yesterday with my dad and woke anxious this morning when he went in for an ultrasound. I sat on pins and needles waiting for my mom to give me the news we needed to hear. It is so easy sometimes when things get scary or don't go as planned to give up. Or lose hope, faith, courage, strength, and your will to carry on. I am here now reminding myself, and you, that giving up is not an option.
As I began to watch the clock, I started to get that pit in my stomach. I had the feeling I had when I was waiting on the news just 3 weeks ago when my mom and dad were at MDA wondering if he would be having surgery or not. It's not a good feeling. It's a helpless feeling, really. That day we did not hear what we wanted. We have moved on with a different plan and have set new goals for small miracles along the way.
Today was one of those days. We accomplished a small miracle by getting good news. And that one small miracle is all we needed to keep on going. And fighting. And staying hopeful. And prayerful. And remaining strong. And confident. And hopeful.
Sometimes it's not always the big picture. It's the small, daily miracles that keep us moving forward.
And with that. I take a deep breath...and breathe.
Never give up on anybody, miracles happen every day.
Amen.
1 comment:
Catherine, I felt exactly as you did. The longer we had to wait the more anxious I became. While I waited, I said numerous prayers in my head and that always helps me regain some sense of peace because I know that it is the best thing and the only thing I can do sometimes. All I know is that right now, it is a beautiful day in Bentonville, dad and I are both home feeling nice and peaceful and glad to be in this very moment. I am sending you a hug and a smile. :)
With a heart full of love!
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