Last night, just a few minutes after I got into bed, I got up, walked into Garrett's room, and stood by his crib just to watch him sleep. After climbing back into my own bed, I stared at the piece of my great grandma's "Crazy Quilt" that was framed and given to Nathan and me as a wedding gift from her daughter, my Grandma Horton, and Grandpa Horton. Then, I prayed.
God, I can't ignore the thought I've had lately that my life is too good to be true.
That the shoe will drop any minute now.
I know it's not good to worry, but is there any wisdom in bracing myself for such things?
As I stare at the random pieces of fabric that form Grandma Handell's quilt, I think about the components of my life that have made me who I am today - the experiences, both good and bad, the unconditional love of my family and friends, and the miracle that is asleep down the hall - and I am grateful.
Please bless us with Your peace that surpasses our understanding.
Watch over us.