There is so much in life that can be taken for granted until the hard of life moves in. The things taken for granted come clearly into focus and there’s almost a desperation to get it all back. It’s a reality that happens to most of us at some point in life.
And. It happened in our family just a few short years ago. At the time, it seemed the hard of life defined each day. Each day seemed harder than the day before. Something needed to change. It took me quite some time to realize, that I needed to change, that I needed to find the gift of each day, to do only what matters, and to savor and memorize the moments that God has graciously given me.
In the midst of it all, I’ve come to the place of understanding that how I see each moment is my responsibility. It’s an ongoing process for me.
Yesterday, I intentionally gave thanks for the gift of many moments in the past few years. Of course, the three . . . Tricia, Tiffany, and Tim . . . have been the sweet gifts of my life which have multiplied to eight. . . Tricia, Troy, Madelyn, and Sydney . . . Tiffany, Drew, and Ellie . . . Tim . . . and all others who have come into my life.
I’m grateful for the gift of each one in each moment–Kerrie
A slideshow of some of the moments with the three and eight and the many others (just click here.)(Written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)