I stared at the screen in disbelief: "Today is a very sad day. I lost my loving wife of 12 years. She is with the Lord now. Prayers..." A co-worker's wife had passed away after a long battle with cancer. My mind immediately flew to another message years ago, announcing the sudden death of a childhood friend and her baby son, crushed by a head-on collision with a truck. She was in her early twenties, hardly beginning marriage and motherhood when an unfortunate accident ended her life on earth.
I had wrapped my arms around her widowed husband in an embrace, holding back tears as I recalled hugging them both on their wedding day just two short years before. He looked at me and said, "I'd give anything to go back and have just 10 more seconds with her."
We know that life is short. But in the midst of dirty dishes, mounds of laundry, and endless errands, we begin to forget the specialness of the mundane.
The seconds trickle into minutes and months of sameness, and we forget why we got married in the first place.
We mutter about how he forgot to take out the trash again or how she forgot to pack lunch again. These little annoyances pile high until they become as menancing as Mt Everest. Who can scale such a summit day after day?
We need grace. We need perspective.
And we're not the only ones.