A Day in the Life . . .

Slogging through it?

by Ross Vick

I've got three friends:

One is nursing a terminally ill wife, one has not one penny in his savings account and the third has had to take his parent to raise.

The first keeps a daily blog of his journey. It is often touching and mostly inspirational. Sometimes there's a lot to say, sometimes he's just too tired to say much except thanks for your prayers. The second keeps dreaming and scheming of ways to keep the wheels on for one more month, week, day, and hour. The third takes on the responsibility that the rest of his family ignores because they are just as issued as the one he cares for. All three have one thing in common: they are good, decent, God fearing, guys you'd want "in the foxhole" with you. They are all from prosperous families and yet each life has taken such quirky twists. So in the end, it matters not how much or where you attend your church or place of worship, how much money you have, or how smart you are, it's all about how you deal with the moment in time you are in. So, while I don't have much to say about what it all really means globally, what it means to me on a personal level is that we all need to be thankful for the small moments of peace and quiet, joy and laughter that we find our selves in from time to time, because the rest is chaos.
And that's where the song fodder comes from.