This wasn’t the blog I wanted to post this time. I had a different one all planned out about accepting ourselves as we are as well as others, but something occured earlier this week that changed my mind. I had a friend lose a daughter. Death is never easy to accept. But when it is your own child, I cannot even begin to fathom the depth of their despair and sorrow. Life is precious. No matter how old one is, life is golden. We should never take it for granted. We are to live each day to the fullest. We are to be thankful for each day we are given. Each day is a new opportunity to enjoy time with friends and family, to do the things we like to do, and just to learn a new truth about ourselves. God is the giver of life. He gives us all a certain number of days on this earth and then it’s time to go home to Him. Our children, especially, are so important and precious to us. As Moms, we carry them within us for nine months, go through the pain of childbirth, and nurture them, feed them, lose sleep and shower time for them. We teach them how to drink from a cup, hold a spoon, feed themselves, dress themselves, use the bathroom, wash themselves, etc. So many things that parents teach their children. We revel in their first smile, their contagious laughter, their warm hugs, jelly-sticky kisses, and just-for-Mom crayon-drawn pictures that we proudly hang up on the refrigerator. We love them. We do our best to keep them safe: bicycle helmets and cell phones to call us when needed. We want them to be happy, healthy, and strong. Our worst fear as parents is that our child will come down with some dreaded illness. We want our children to far outlive us. No parent in their right mind would want to loss their child before they themselves passed on. I remember when my boys were small and if they were sick, I would check in on them while they were sleeping just to make sure that they were still breathing; alive. Maybe that sounds a bit overboard, but nothing strikes fear deeper into a parent’s heart, is for something to go terribly wrong with their children. So each day, we are to spend time with them, no matter how old they are at this present time. Tell them, each day, how much you care about them, and how much you love them. For unfortunately we never know when the last day will be. So hold your child close, tell them how important they are. For they are precious in your sight, as well as the Lord’s sight. My heart goes out to my friend who just lost her daughter. I can’t even begin to image how many tears have been shed. How heart-wrenching the grief. My prayer is for her and her family. May God grant them comfort during this time, and I extend those prayers to all those grieving parents out there who have love and lost a precious child. Life is so precious. Let us never forget that.