All I had to do was lift my eyes off my "problems" for long enough to look around me at those going through REAL trials.
Mine pale.
Last night, around 9:45pm Andy pulled into the driveway with his dad, "Grandpa Dan" and our trailer.
What a journey. They trekked 12 hours to Cheyenne, WY and many more on the way home, once almost losing the trailer again. Those 2 boys are cut from the same cloth, and they're rare. I cherish them so very much.
So far, our trailer casualties have been Liam's changing table (structurally just junked) and....our beautiful oak dining room table. Of all the breakables we had in that trailer, it never occurred to me that the table might not survive. It's huge, solid, in (or was) in perfect condition. It was gifted to us 4 years ago and has been our helper in family dinners, homeschooling and visits with friends.
I just wasn't prepared for it. So seeing it for the first time last night was rough. It's just a table, right? Yes, but it was such a beautiful gift and given with a lot of love. That's what hurts to lose.
Today, I have everything to be thankful for. My husband is HERE, with us. This morning, we have a chair in the living room plus a LAMP (fancy, I know)....Andy left to a wonderful clinical this morning that he's enjoying, and God has been merciful beyond what we ever deserved.
That makes one happy girl.
The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving. -Psalm 28:7
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