a delicate balance

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It's Saturday morning. I am still snuggled up in bed, warm and cozy under the covers. Soft morning light is filtering in through my curtains. Being home, being in my own bedroom, makes life lose some of its frantic edge. Whenever I walk into my white room, accented with muted blues and greens, I feel at peace.

This past week, though, I have been reminded of how fragile that tranquility can be. I think of a friend of a friend whose family member is near death. I think of the people in Haiti, whose lives literally toppled down around them. Both are sober reminders that much of what I hold dear, much of the stability in my life, stands in a delicate balance.

I am grieved at the horrors and the tragedies that others are experiencing right now, but I am also grateful for the reminder they are to me to be thankful each day for all that the Lord has blessed me with.

Today will be normal. My day will be full of libraries, studying, home, family, snuggling on the couch, seeing friends, drinking tea with my mom. But may it also be a day of prayer for this family and the people of Haiti. And may it be a day of looking about me at all of the normal, ordinary people and things and saying, "Bless you, Lord. Thank you."
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