I woke up this morning with gratefulness that everyone was under the roof with me. I imagined each little boy in his bed, snuggled in the early morning light. Soft breath. Rising chest. Safe. Whole.
But, my heart was heavy. Because while I lay wrapped in gratefulness, others wandered ravaged streets, scraped through rubble and shattered glass, searched for loved ones in Joplin.
And my heart was heavy because others close to me are wrestling with a newly discovered threat to their life and family as they know it.
My heart was heavy because I know another whose son is not whole. Who was injured traumatically this weekend. Hottie Husband called from the fire station to tell me that this seven year old, this friend of my son, had been run over by an industrial lawnmower. That he was being air lifted from the property to Spokane and then Seattle. His life was spared, but the injuries are heartbreaking. This sweet family, who loves the Lord, will forever be changed. Please pray for them... restoration and healing over little Joe and his big brothers and his parents.
So, while I breathed in that moment of gratefulness, I also had this sense that all these moments are fleeting. That change can come in an instant. But, God is there always. There always in our pleasures and pains.
And as C.S. Lewis said, "God whispers in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains."