Life is precious, life is sweet

"Life is precious, life is sweet, like the earth beneath my feet".  I heard this song by Wes King on the radio a few days ago and it popped into my head last night and keeps running through.

After an unexpected trip to the ER & hospital stay for my baby sister, this song seems appropriate.  I got to the ER about 2 hours after my younger sister had taken her.  Our parents away on vacation, the responsibility of our sweet sister fell on our shoulders, specifically mine I realized as the oldest child.  Both my sisters were being very strong and then the doctor came and not unkindly but not with the best timing or most compassion told her she had a blood clot in her arm. This being said promptly said another doctor would be in to see her and walked out of the room, all this while they were taking four viles of her blood.  Then the tears came, no one spoke it but we all knew what a blood clot could have lead to.  I mean at 20 years old you are not supposed to get blood clots, it is one of those rare side effects that is on the warning label of so many prescriptions.  I knew it was time for me to step up as the eldest, fill the motherly position in the absence of our mother.  

As we communicated back and forth with our parents as they were headed home, we assured them we would not leave her alone and take care of all the details.  This meant a long day of waiting to see the specialist to release her to go home.  She was very strong and brave throughout the whole thing, I am very proud of her.  Anyone who has been in the hospital themselves or with a family member understands that it feels like breaking out of jail when you finally get out of there.  We were told to wait for a volunteer to escort us out.  I'm not usually a rebel, I usually follow instructions obediently.  But after 5 minutes of waiting with no one in sight, we headed out.  I think we accidentally took an employee elevator because we ended up in the laundry room, but some kindhearted man walked us through a hallway and back to the main entrance.  Whoops, guess that's why you wait for an escort.

We are so thankful she is back home and on her way to recovery.  What a scare, that one hit too close to home.  It makes me think about how precious, sweet and fragile life really is.  Here are the rest of the lyrics from the chorus of that song:  

Life is precious, life is sweet
Like the earth beneath my feet
Though I know I'm passing through
I know I belong to You
Life is precious, life is sweet 
And this truth makes it complete
Knowing Jesus died for me
Life is precious
Life is precious, life is sweet

Now my own tears come as I write this and reflect on the last few days.  I am so grateful for the hope and joy that I have.

Little laugh:  My oldest son says of his younger brother "He is eating my teddy grahams"  No big deal, until I realize he is talking about his pretend teddy grahams made of green play-doh. 

Positive proverb:  "Kind words are like honey-sweet to the soul & healthy for the body."  Proverbs 16:24