So, tomorrow the world is supposed to end. At least according to the Mayans and Nostradamus, and whomever else. I was standing outside earlier, watching the snow flurries fly all around me. I was waiting for my kids to get home from school. I had sent my dad to go after them, since he has 4 wheel drive, and my car could never make it in the current snow storm. There was almost a complete whiteout in the sky, and I couldn't see very far ahead. I began to worry for their safety. I said a quick prayer, to which I felt God give me a quick reply, "They're okay. I've got them." Suddenly, the intense white and crazy flurries seemed so peaceful to me. It was a beautiful blizzard of sparkles... a cozy blanket that covered as far as I could see. I know we are going to be okay. He's got us.
That got me thinking a little... let's just suppose the world does actually end tomorrow, which, for the record, I don't believe; I would truly die a content soul. Is my "bucket list" complete? No. Have all of my dreams come true? No. But, the things that are most important in life, in the universe, in the grand scheme of it all, I have. I have been blessed with the opportunity to be mother to the three coolest, most wonderful kids. I cannot even find words to describe the depth of my love for my babies. They are my purpose. And I have been blessed with their love, as well. I have been blessed with such a great, loving family. I have what truly matters. I had to thank God in that moment. I lifted my face to the sky and let the swirling, tiny, ice crystals land on my face. I am content.
|Nate, getting a good start on the igloo.|
|Caleb and Nate... I love it when they work well together!|
|Pilin' on the snow.|