In the past 14 days I've been quite busy.  I've driven my children to and from school eight times.  I've served about a dozen breakfast, lunches and dinners.  I've gone to the grocery store, the pet store, our local Mall, Dunkin' Donuts and a variety of other local businesses.  I've accompanied my kids to two doctors appointments and my dog to one vet appointment.  I'm sure there's more I could add, but I won't bore you.

Four years ago today, I returned home following a 14 day hospital stay.   I look at all that I've been able to cram into this two week span and I can't believe I spent that much time away from my home, my family, my life.  More significantly, I remember tthe uncertainty I came home to.  I had no idea what shape my life would take from that moment on.  I was limited in everything I could do- from sitting in the front seat of a car, to going up and down stairs.   How much  'normal' activity I'd be able to resume was a mystery.   Considering how weak I felt, I wasn't hopeful.

Yet here I am, four short years later, a full participant in the life I almost lost.  I remember being told, by those with greater faith than I, that I'd get to this place eventually, but I didn't believe it.  Just another example of God trading beauty for ashes, I guess.  I pray this reality never gets 'old' for me.  I can't imagine it ever will.