This has nothing to do with football.
It has to do with the fact that I am not a fan of March 17th ... not ever again. The leprechauns who promise luck and good fortune and rainbows and pots of gold are full of crap.
March of 1985, just scant months after Rick and I got married, saw St. Patrick's day come and with it a life threatening auto accident. Now, flash forward to March of 2013 and yet another life threatening accident.
I am trying to find some reason for this. I am also trying to find some kind of understanding of just how the Lord Almighty wants to use this experience to help me help someone else.
Either way, I'm beginning to think that I don't ever want to leave the house on this particular date again.
I'm thankful to my Father in Heaven for sparing my life.
I'm thankful for the blessings of the priesthood of God that continue to shore up my faith, strengthen my ability to endure and just comfort me through all of this particular trial.
I am thankful to be home with my family and to have another time to just tell them I love them. To kiss Jared's soft hand and hold it while I let him know that he is important to me. To tell Rick how much I love and appreciate him and his care for me.
I'm thankful for the long-distance prayers of Thomas and Tianna that bridge the distance and that lets me know that our family is eternal.
I'm grateful for the blessing of the prayers of friends and family near and far each and every day that strengthen me and help me feel like I can endure.
Luck is a misnomer. It's a worldly attribution that removes the hand of God.
The feeling I have now is BLESSED.
And I know that I am very richly blessed and preserved indeed.
God bless us all in our individual trials.
