I can't stop thinking about little Ty Campbell. The little boy that is fighting for his life with every breath right now, and still manages to smile for his family and friends. I've been following Ty's story for close to 2 years now through the blog that his Mother writes, www.superty.org.
Today's post brought me to tears, once again. I sat in my living room and cried and cried from the beginning of the post, and for a good 2 or 3 minutes after before I could pull myself together.
I picked myself up and walked into the playroom, and just hugged and kissed my boys as they sat playing video games and watching cartoons. They didn't bat an eye- they're used to my obnoxious sneak attacks of affection. As much as I have a short fuse with them most days, I also have a quick recovery and love to shower affection on them. This week, even more so than ever, thanks to little Ty and his Mom, bringing to the surface of my consciousness how fragile life is, and quickly life as we know it can be stolen from us.
Cindy, (Ty's Mom) points out how she longs for her "stressed out over-worked days of being the Mother of 2 babies." How now she realizes how good she had it, and wishes that she could go back and see the beauty in life when everything was going along normally, even if it seems chaotic and stressful. It isn't until we are faced with the ultimate tragedy- the loss of a child, that we realize that we think too much about work, and stress and nonsense. .
We need to slow down. love more, worry less.
Philippians 4:6-7
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (NIV)
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