a reflection

Yesterday I was sitting at work when my cell phone rang with my sister's number as the caller. I picked up and was met by a stranger's voice saying that my niece, Laura, had fainted and had a convulsion and that I needed to meet my sister in the ER at Children's Hospital immediately. Everything after that is a bit of a blur of tears, Kim taking the phone from me and her rushing me to my sister, as I wasn't in too good of a state to drive myself.

But that call… that call was the closest I've ever come to feeling like my own baby was hurt. Never in my life have I felt the way I did at that moment- not when my mom has been sick, not with any other struggle that has shown its face. In an instant I knew that I would do anything, even give my life, if one of those sweet babies needed something.

I sit here today, grateful that though we don't know what caused the episode yesterday that Laura is in good hands… not mine, not her parents or her sweet Bua, not the doctors' hands either. I know without a doubt that the love I feel for her is nowhere near the love that our heavenly Father feels for her. And though I would do anything in my power for her or her sister or brother, so would He and He has. I'm confident that He's got her in His grip and that He's going to take care of her every day of her life.

Yesterday reminded me of how blessed I am… despite the struggles. How very, very blessed I am because when you take it all away- the family, the friends, even life- I've still got more than I could ever need in Him.