Nothing will make you realize the frailty of life like a major scare. We've had two this year. The first was in May, when Levi was born 9 weeks early almost 13 hours away from us. The second was last night, as Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy set her sights on the mid-Atlantic coastline, making landfall dangerously close to our "kids" in Baltimore. It was not easy going to sleep last night knowing what they were in for, but as with Levi's birth and the weeks in the NICU that followed, we knew it did no good to worry and fret. All we could do is pray for God's hand to be on them ... and leave it at that.
He has certainly heard our pleas in both cases and answered with a flourish. Levi is thriving and right on track for weight (and almost with height ... he is a short, squatty little guy) despite his tiny and fragile start, and last night their little family was spared any damage or even loss of power. This is one of those nights that I am definitely just thanking God that He will handle the cares of our hearts as faithfully as He does.
I'm thankful I don't have to worry.