Husband and I watched Greg Laurie speak at Saddleback for this week's service. I cried the whole time. I haven't lost anyone recently - but it broke my heart for those who have. And it made me so fearful. I am so fearful of losing Dave unexpectedly. But that fear also brought me perspective. Who cares if we still have a sink full of dishes? Am I really that upset that he forgot to put the toilet seat down and that in my bleary-eyed, still half-asleep stage, I fell in? I mean, really, what matters most? Fear scares us into the present. It reminds me to look next to me and see the sleepy man who is my world. Really see him. Kiss him, love him, and appreciate him for who he is in my life.
Thank you, fear. I still win.
