Miracles and Gifts and Cliches

Babies are truly a miracle. It’s not even a cliche. Received news last night that a dear beloved friend is pregnant at 41 after going through a miscarriage early this year.

Got news this morning that a dear friend’s sister-in-law’s 32-week foetus no longer has a heartbeat but she still needs to go through labour.

Later today I am heading to KKH for my own little appointment. Just to check if my systems are okay.

I’m okay. I’m not stressed or worried about this whole baby thing anymore. I know what a huge blessing it is to be pregnant and to carry a baby to full term and for that baby to grow up healthy. So in that sense, ALL OF US, all of us reading this are WALKING MIRACLES.

So this morning I say thanks for even being alive and lasting this long and with relatively good health. Being here, on this earth, is a gift and a privilege. It’s the only place I get to learn about God and kindness and to attempt to do good works, before I can’t do anything anymore.

Please pray for every person. We all have tests and tribulations and quotas of pain and hurt written into our Life Journeys. May they all bring us closer to Him and not further away. May they make us softer and kinder, and not bitter and angrier. May our attempts to respond and react appropriately to all of our life’s unfolding be rewarded, and if it looks like kicking and screaming that it be pardoned. May we all find gratitude and meaning in all things big and small, with babies or no babies, with spouses or no spouses, with having or not having.

Everything is as it should be. At this moment’s unfolding. And it’s perfect.