Today I’d just like to thank God for life. So many times on this blog, I rant about (and will rant about, let me be honest) being single and fat, and basically feel sorry for myself.
Then a situation happens that just smacks you in the face in that “Are you seriously complaining about that?” way that wakes you up from your pity party and causes you to beg God to make things better. You know, those situations where you promise anything at all, if He could just make things less scary. And He does.
I had one of those situations yesterday. Even though I live with my family, I had not spoken to one of my brothers for about three weeks. We had a serious fight, one that I made efforts to put behind us, but he’s prideful and was not willing to listen, and told me to get out of his face (among other things), so I did. This is the longest that I’ve not spoken to a family member and I do not like it at all. (No need to give me advice, sha, I’m working on it.)
Anyways, he called me yesterday, before lunch. For an instant I thought he was calling to apologize, but my more realistic side asked him if something was wrong, because I knew he wouldn’t break his vow of silence to me out of a simple change of heart, not at this point. He gave me some news that had me running for a taxi within five minutes and in a panicked state, the state during which I prayed and begged and asked God to be merciful and guess what? He was, and mere words cannot express my gratitude and thankfulness for the way that day ended.
(This leads to a very quick rant that I have been making for years and years: how can we justify athletes, musical artists and other celebrities receiving those astronomical paycheques, while our doctors, charged as they are with helping humans live healthy lives, are paid so much less? Why aren’t our priorities on life?)
Not even an hour and a half after we arrived back at home, hours after my mad dash, we got news that a family friend had lost her husband, just like that. He had been sick, but he was in the hospital and I don’t believe this was expected. The family has been through a lot in the past eight months, so I know they’d appreciate your prayers and positive thoughts. Their last name is St. Hill.
If there is anything that puts things in perspective for me, it’s being confronted with the possibility of loss of life, especially that of a loved one. It’s amazing that we face this everyday: we never know if we’ll make it home each evening; it’s the grace of God that makes it so, yet we spend our days getting worked up over things that don’t even matter in the long run, or things that matter but aren’t worth our extreme reactions to them.
Life is truly a gift. I hope you appreciate it.