February…

I haven’t made a lot of time to write this month. So much has been happening. And even though February is already a shorter month, it just seems to have gone by so fast.

This month, I was struck with COVID once again. I can only assume it was the newer omicron variant because it was mild and literally lasted 5 days, just as described. But even still, I give all glory to God for still being here. I don’t deserve His grace, but I thank Him for every breath that I take and literally every step I make. So many people are no longer here because of this horrible virus.

My hope is that it makes each of us even more aware of our limited time here on earth. My hope is that we will not take time or people for granted. During the time I was sick, my husband was out of town. When he returned, I couldn’t even allow him back to our home because I didn’t want him to get sick too. But in that time away from each other, I began to miss him in a way I didn’t expect. As much as he can get on my nerves, I did miss him. I missed our companionship, our intimacy, the little everyday things that we don’t even realize we can miss. We had to postpone plans for a little getaway because of sickness, death and funerals – and we finally get our time this week.

My prayer for myself is that I cherish him. I don’t always do that. I often get annoyed with him and sometimes wonder how we have lasted so long because we are so different. We don’t have this grand and romantic love story that puts us in the category of “it being in the stars” or a match “made in heaven.” But we still have our own love story. And no matter how crazy and dysfunctional it may seem at times, I am going to hold onto the little things because we never know when our last day might approach.