I want to commit to writing something daily about our life together here on earth. It seems as if it is slipping by so quickly when I see the smile and growth of my 7 month old baby and my precious husband.

One sentence, one moment each day, to reflect.

Today, dearest Jesus, I am thankful for our health. Paul has been sick with a cough that makes each breath seem labored, and I thought yesterday about how you are the Divine Physician, who wants us all to be well, but our own sin, our own sickness takes us away from you. As a parent, I imagine the Heavenly Father aching over my sins the way I ache over each labored breath of Paul's, wishing that he didn't have to endure any pain, but knowing that there is nothing I can do but love him and be available for him.

Sean is sick with an ear infection, only a weekend after being sick with a "regular cold." His temperature is 102. He is in such pain, when I asked if I could do anything for him he said, "just be sweet to me."

Jesus, I am thankful that, to us, these are the "big issues" because it shows how often we have our health and do not need to worry about a thing...and when we are sick, we have good earthly physicians who tend to our needs, and the advancement of medicine that helps us heal.