This week will not go down in the books as my favourite week ever. In my small, me-focused world, I have been fighting a nasty cold all week. Everyone else in my family had the stomach flu, and lucky Rachel has had two rounds of it. I have left the house exactly twice in the past seven days, and so this morning, when I discovered we'd be staying home yet again today, my extroverted self had a bit of a meltdown. I'm just so tired of it all -- the sickness, the endless videos, the endless meltdowns, and the endless loads of laundry.
This week I also found out that tragedy struck twice, in the form of untimely death. It didn't happen to me, and it didn't even happen to people who are close to me, but it happened to people who my friends have connections with. These two incidences are reminding me that my small problems are just that... small. While they loom large in my mental space right now, by next week, next month, we will be through this and our lives will continue as normal.
Not everyone has that luxury, and this week has, once again, reminded me of that.
We all know people who are suffering. Take some time today to say some extra prayers for them. I will be making time for that today in the midst of folding laundry and watching Max And Ruby with Miss Rachel.
And hopefully, next week when I'm back in the middle of normal life, I will remember to be so thankful for it, when so many people would give almost anything to be there too.