As a mom to two children, there are a lot of things I take for granted.
I take for granted that when we need a doctor or a hospital, there will be one available – and we can get there within minutes.
I take for granted that I can go to a grocery store at just about any hour of the day or night and can get whatever food and however much food I wish.
I take for granted that the wee ones will have school tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
I take for granted that when there is a need to use a rest room, no matter where we are, we can easily find a relatively clean one available for us.
I take for granted that as summer slowly grows upon us, the air conditioning in my house will keep us cool during the day and our ceiling fans will prevent us from sweltering at night.
I take for granted that when I open the door to my garage, my car will be there waiting for me to simply put a key in it to go – fully gassed up and in repair.
I take for granted so many things that make my life smooth and easy and spoiled. It isn’t just for me but for the wee ones, too. I take for granted all the opportunities they have not just today but in the future – and I see nothing but happiness and hope for them as they grow up.
And I know how lucky I am to do so. I know there are so many other options that could be there for us – there but for the grace of God. I have friends who are losing their homes. I have friends who are being diagnosed with horrible illnesses. I have friends whose spouses are doing unspeakable things to them and their children. And then there are the lives I hear about – the wars and famine and pestilence and fear and worse – that are so far from me but yet touch my heart.
And for a moment, I don’t take it for granted. For a moment, I am profoundly grateful once again to have everything I do. I am so very grateful for the opportunities and for the plenty that I have, knowing it could so easily be wiped away. I look at the devastation right now of Joplin, Mississippi, and I shiver, knowing the hair standing up on my arms last night as I looked out at the storms approaching my house was nothing compared to what the survivors there feel now.
And truly… there but for the grace of God go I.
In the interest of full disclosure, I received a copy of the book Tiny Sunbirds by Christie Watson as part of the From Left To Write book club. We don’t do traditional reviews but instead write posts inspired by the book. I received no compensation, and all opinions expressed are my own.