That is the title of some song, somewhere, but I don't have the energy or care to google it right now---sorry 'bout it.
But that title is the truth: Life means SO much.
Life is to be celebrated. Each day and each breath is a gift from God.
As I participate in caring for my grandfather (along with my grandmother and my mother, and my father on weekends) life means so much. It is crazy busy always. There is always a hitch in the plan of the day. There is always (unfortunately) a new medical complication arising. But there is always laughter and smiles, hugs and kisses, an abundance of stories and memories. It's so good and so hard.
My personal worries and concerns have shifted from me and my future to my family and its future. I love school still but it means nothing to me any longer to miss a class or get a few points off on a test if it means TIME with my grandfather. I will struggle in a little over a month when it is time for me to head out on rotations---oh, what will I do? Even now I am beseeching the Lord for wisdom. Do I switch them so that I will be here rather than in Columbia as I had planned? I don't know.
The Lord has planned my steps and knows my grandfather's future. He will guide me and I cling to that. He has given much joy in these hard days. He has provided manna from Heaven in many different ways since June 7th. He has blessed us beyond all measure.
This process is changing me drastically. It's almost hard to keep up with the changes in myself. I am keenly aware that the Lord is sculpting me right now--I flinch awaiting the next strike of the chisel yet I long for it because He is making something beautiful, I know I am not created to be a shapeless block of stone.
