Perspective

Today has been one of those days...It is raining. We are feeling cooped up. Jake spilled a very large cup of water into my bed and over the top of my nightstand, soaking my phone, alarm clock and lamp. Cole took a red marker to the entire bathtub surface and then discarded his chewing gum on my bed sheets. Hudson is angry with me because it is pouring rain outside (as if I had some control over the situation). We all miss Heath (who called today, by the way, and is having a great time..he caught a 17 inch trout if anyone cares). And nobody has folded laundry in 5 days - you can imagine what that may look like.

Then I got a little perspective...two of my patients died this week. A beautiful baby girl, only 4 days old, passed on Monday and a sweet little boy, now two months old, but born too early was sent to heaven this morning. While death is too often a part of my job, it is a part of it that I never grow used to. It affects me. It pushes me into states of reflection. It surpasses my understanding. And while their families won't have the opportunity to complain about the "terrible twos" or the agony of perpetual messes made by their child, why should I, who am blessed with so much, feel entitled to?

So we took a walk, the boys and I, as the rain sprinkled down upon us. We talked and laughed and I saw them as God intended them to be. I saw them as God's blessings, His children, entrusted to our care. I saw their beauty. I saw their joy. I saw their innocence. And as the tears fell silently from my eyes, I prayed that I would never lose this perspective...