|Our Beautiful Katrina|
I will admit that I forget. My sister asks the question of why can she remember the lyrics to songs back in the 50's and 60's but can't remember why she went into a room. That's so true. So many times, though I really forget each day is a gift from God. We have no guarantees about tomorrow. Some of us don't even get to finish out the day; people have gotten up to start their day like any other and never come back home. My oldest daughter is one of those people. She was alive one morning and gone by the end of the day. She was 12 years old. She had a genetic disease called cystic fibrosis. My husband and I are both carriers, although we didn't know we were when we had her. It was the same way with my mother. I talked to her on a Saturday afternoon and that night I got a phone call from my dad, telling me mom was gone. My dad, was here one day and gone the next. I have unfinished projects that I have put off doing because I think I'll have time later, but what if I don't? I feel I take advantage of God and the gift he gives me (that 24 hours) and I don't make the most of it. I think I need to work on that.