The Tiny Corners Journal

Earlier today, I was annoyed with James because he had the boys’ hair cut.  I like longer, shaggier hair and he prefers tidier styles.

All this week, I’ve been feeling reclusive and have been consumed with the unknowns of my life.

And then, this afternoon, an acquaintance from back in the days of the ‘tumor posted a link on facebook.  And my perspective shifted.

Henry Granju was admitted to the hospital over a month ago; from what I can tell, it was drugs and a drug-related physical assault.  Right now, this very minute, he is fighting for his life, with his family waiting faithfully from the confines of the ICU waiting room.

I remember those days.  The memories become less sharp with time, but all it takes it something like this to bring things into perspective.

And so, it really doesn’t matter if my boys have shorter hair than I’d like; it doesn’t really matter if I don’t know what my future holds.  What matters is what’s here, and what’s now — I have four beautiful, healthy children and a blessed life.

And you can bet that I’ll be talking with the kids ( at least the older three) about the real consequences of drug use.

And I’ll be praying for Henry and his family.  I hope you will, too.