So I read this blog written by a devout woman who has just undergone a mastectomy. She is amazing. I've been tempted to comment on a couple of her entries, but I'm refraining because no matter what, it won't sound right. Anyway, this morning I read her latest entry. She talked about accepting God's plan for you, whether seemingly good or bad. She feels it is all with purpose. Certainly, I agree that each experience, every day, shapes who we are. I just wonder at what seems to be an unfair hand dealt to some people.
At any rate, I'd thanked God twice today before even getting out of bed. The first time was at 12:45 a.m., when I realized I didn't have to get up for work yet. The second time was at 5:45 a.m., when I realized the same thing.