I normally keep my blog posts to light, surface layer, fluff... but it's been another long week and I'm a little drained, so consider this a fair warning, alrighty?
A large part of yesterday was spent at the side of my mom's hospital bed, holding her hand as she writhed in pain resulting from the last of three consecutive back surgeries. These past 5 years have been a slippery slope for her and the long slew of medical issues she's faced. She went from healthy, bubbly, bright, energetic entrepreneur and artist to pain-ridden, wheelchair bound, hardly able to stay coherent... on the verge of losing all hope. She's been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and has recently been tested for Lyme Disease. If any of you are the generous Faithful type, she could certainly use your prayers. Hope and joy or even just simple relief is a distant fog as she seems to slowly be consumed by pain, illness, and disabilities.
So, the kids and I took a long walk to get some fresh air - to do some more birdie watching, according to Amberly; and to have an exploring adventure, according to Aiden. We sprawled out in the middle of this field of soft grass (a rare find here in Phoenix), and I just sat. And watched. And truly savored my children's happy free spirits. I have so much to be grateful for. I Thank God for every undeserved morsel of goodness... my kids, their infectous joy, our loving home, a field of soft grass glowing in His beautiful light. Life is good, even when it's not.