I can't even begin to express how grateful I am for my family this year. We almost lost Mike this past weekend from carbon monoxide poisoning. He was using a gas powered saw in the basement with little ventilation and God managed to get him upstairs before he passed out. If he had passed out seconds earlier, he wouldn't be here. I have been reflecting a lot these past few days about how precious life is, and how short it is. We never know when it will be our time. I'm so thankful to God that it was not Mike's time and that he gets to spend more time here with our family. I couldn't imagine my life without him.
This experience also helped me to realize that I can't hold on too tightly to this world. We were not given a letter at birth promising that life would be great and wonderful. Instead we were given a book that tells us to rejoice in our sufferings, that this world is not our home, that we have something far greater to look forward to, and that with God, we can get through anything. I pray that this Thanksgiving my family would really be thankful for the precious gift we are given in Jesus. How amazing that we have hope even in death.
