There Can Be No War Without Bloodshed
About five weeks ago I had a mini-stroke (aka TIA: transient ischemic attack). I was in the hospital for a week. My sister watched my children so my husband could focus on our foster kittens and on getting himself to the hospital each day to spend time with me. Who knew that something like that would cause such a rift in my family-one that I don't think will ever be repaired. Time is a funny thing. When we're small we want to grow up as fast as we can. When we start to get older, we wish for time to slow down. I told myself a few years ago that I was already half way through my life and that I would want to get as much as I can done-and live to at least 90 if God blesses me in that way. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be so lucky to live to 90, so the time that I do have now, however short it may be, I have tried to do something I love more often, even amongst the chaos of moving homes. I've spent the last almost 4 weeks, packing,...