It is an interesting thing really.
It is something that can be all consuming, or it is something that we don't even think twice about.
And yet, it is so fragile, so precious, and so important.
It all depends on the situation and the circumstances.
I have been thinking a lot about life lately. The anticipation of a new baby, a new life, can do that to a person.
The anticipation of a new life entering our home, is of course, one of joy and happiness. Just as a new life should be.
I got a phone call a few days ago. My 92 yr. old grandpa (with whom I grew up in the same town with, and have a million memories with, and whom I love dearly) had a stroke. Since then he has also had a heart attack and contracted pneumonia. Life to him right now, is also in the front of his mind, as well as with the rest of us.
My grandpa has lived a very fulfilling and hard working 92 years. His wife passed on too early, and for him, the end of life is probably a very welcoming and exciting thought.
For those of us left behind however, the end of his life is a heart wrenching and very difficult thing to be forced to consider.
As I have been on the phone the past few days, the conversations have been all about major life events, and trying to somehow plan these events centered around life. Something that no one can predict. The new life about to enter our home, a precious life that is hanging on by a thread, an upcoming wedding and the joining of two lives, moving plans that will change the course of our lives, family reunion plans and the reconnecting of lives once shared but now separated through distance and well..life.
It is also almost June. The month that is also my middle name. A month that will forever have me contemplating life. My own life, as my Birthday draws near. The life of my grandmother, with whom I share a middle name and a Birthday month. The life and death of an unborn child, that we experienced last June. The life of an uncle, who passed away unexpectedly in June. And now, a new life in our home and the possible end of another.
With all of these thoughts in my mind and weighing on my heart, I am so grateful for the knowledge I have of life. I know exactly where we come from, why we are here, and where we will go. The plan is perfect and one of hope, comfort and peace. I thank my Heavenly Father each day for this knowledge and the peace it brings.
I don't know what life will bring, especially within these next few weeks, but it is life. And no matter what, it does go on. Even after death. The only constant in life is change, and as wonderful or horrible as that can be, it is what it is.
Life will be in the front of my mind for this period of time, and thank goodness it is in the hands of an all knowing and loving Heavenly Father, because the timing of so many lives at this point, need to somehow all work out and come together for the common good. It will take a miracle, but nothing is impossible. After all, life itself is a miracle, isn't it.