Morsels of Grace

I've always had a hard time appreciating the little things in life....success to me was accomplishing a big task, cleaning the whole house, paying all the bills, filling the cupboards full with food....however, a month in the hospital has changed my perspective a lot!

For three weeks I couldn't offer my little girl even a sip of water...the occasions when she did have something often triggered her pancreas and either sent her into a pain attack or vomiting. I felt helpless...food was always pretty important in my life and I gauged my success as a mom with how well or how often I fed the children. Now all that was taken away and I had nothing left...until I realized that all my daughter wanted was for me to put my arms around her, to spend time with her, to play with her without distractions. Each moment became precious and soon I learned to value each moment with Ruth, with or without food.

Now that she is eating again...I watch every bite that goes in her mouth and praise God that she can have food again! Now every morsel feels like a gift, a treasure--an answer to prayer! and I wonder....if every part of life is meant to feel like that....a morsel of grace, a gift from our Heavenly Father!