Lately, life has been crazy. Both in good ways, and in bad. But the recurring lesson I've been seeing and learning is to be thankful in the good times and the bad. And that even when the bad seems like it can't get much worse and it's hard to see the light - you always come out of it.
The other day, we were marveling at our three children playing together and saying some pretty clever and witty things to each other. I looked at Bertrand and asked him...6 years ago, did we ever think we would be here right now? No. When I had an emergency C-section fearing for the lives of my babies...when we spent 2 weeks (not very long, but what felt like the longest 2 weeks of my life) in the NICU only able to hold the babies every few hours for only a few minutes...when the only way we could feed them was by holding their feeding tube...did we imagine ourselves here, playing dress-up, learning to read, helping with homework, breaking up fights - and with 3 kids in 19 months? Not at all.
And that's when it hit me. That you need to take those moments and reflect. Because only then can you see how far you've come - and it makes the bad times not seem so bad.
I've been feeling this lesson in my life over and over - in situations at work, with health, with friends and family, and in all those big life decisions.
We are still dealing with some scary things - but I know now more than ever, that God has a plan and that it is good. Now to enjoy the ride.