I've been feeling a bit bum lately, indulging in a pity party,
wondering why some things happen to some people repeatedly.
But I got a dose of perspective. I just finished reading "The Boy who came back from heaven." It's a personal account of a boy who, at 6 years, was in a car accident and had his spine severed from his skull and a brain injury. He emerged not being able to speak, breathe, walk or eat.
Despite all this, the faith and positivism is extraordinary. The grandad told the dad that many people would wish this was their worst day. As a mother, I cannot imagine living with my child in pain but the mother says journeying with him is such a privilege.
Talk about grace in abundance...