Tears of Joy

I saw the most beautiful photos this morning.

A family reunited.

My friend's husband is home from Iraq. Seeing him embracing his wife and six children, seeing their happiness, I couldn't help but cry tears of joy and thanksgiving.

They live several hours away from me so I didn't experience the day to day of what her life was like while he was away...but I know that when I was feeling "woe is me" about the husband working late or some such nonsense, I would think of K and how gracefully she was managing and hitch up my big girl panties and said, "Get a grip, Stacey!"

I am thankful to her husband for his service, thankful that he is home safely. I am thankful for all those who serve and pray for a safe return for all. (Another friend's husband is in Afghanistan. M I'm praying for your husband's safe return to you and your three boys too!)

It is these moments when I get my reality check, of all that matters and of what is of little consequence.

I know that many have gone to serve and not come home safely and I am so very sorry.

So today, I will try to remember what it is that I value most. I will try not to sweat the small stuff and take for granted the things which are most important.

Praying for peace..of all kinds and in all places.