I have a knack of turning something sobering into something silly.
I don’t mean to. Really. I know it’s important to be fully present and feel the weight of the moment, but for some reason my contemplative self passes the baton to my snarky self and off she goes.
One of the most sobering things of late has been my mom’s stroke. Few things upend your family’s world like a stroke does.
For years I recorded prayer requests of stroke victims and their families. And I prayed for them, but I had no idea what they went through.
Now I do.
Now I know some of the struggles and decisions and heartaches. I also know you can find joy where you least expect it. Like in the emergency room.