Giving the easy thanks tonight, the ever so easy gratitude, the sick to my stomach when I think about how this night could have been thankfulness for my son’s life. Four adults sat by a pool and not one of us saw my sweet five year old son slip back in the pool, forgetfully without his life vest, after going inside to go to the bathroom. Only his 9 year old brother realized he was silently going down…pulled him up to air and rescued him. Such easy praise for my son’s life tonight but challenged by how it looks to “give thanks in all things”…what does that kind of grace look like. Tonight, my heart heaves, and I am thankful for my son sleeping upstairs.
By: Jennifer Wagar