Friday, October 8, 2010

Instead

It is difficult to work for an institution that cares for sick children.
It is difficult to watch the struggle of life and the struggle for life unfolding here each day.
It is difficult to sit idle.
My hands do not heal and my head does not hold a cure.
I physically can not help.

So instead,
I am grateful for the greatness of my life.
I soak in the good and I hold tight to what's important.

1 comment:

  1. :o) Sweet. I enjoyed this tonight as I am noodling on my computer I ran across your site...don't even know how it got it on here...but glad to get the chance to have a sneak peak into your life. Your children are beautiful like their momma (and papa!) and they radiate, as do you, your happiness.

    Thanks for the smile!

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