My thoughts have been on the New Zealand volcano eruption.
Most of the deceased were on a cruise.
They’d saved up their money.
Excitedly told their family about the new adventure they would be going on.
Hopefully they hugged their loved ones. Then probably told them, “See you in 12 days.”
While cruising, they embarked on a tour, to see something new, to see a volcano.
And life will never be the same for any of them.
Or for their loved ones.
My heart breaks for their families.
Life can change so quickly.
It can go from high to low in ten beats of the heart.
Part of me wants to hold onto my men and huddle in a shelter.
But we know too well that loss can happen when you’re sitting at the feet of a loved one, watching and caring for her.
Lance and I will be on that boat, on that cruise, in 80 days.
Part of me is ready to hand in my ticket.
I can’t go!
Look at that loss!
What about my boys?
So, what do I do?
All I can think of is to take every moment I can and make it count.
Lance and I will be celebrating 20 years of marriage. And we made BIG plans.
We’re traveling to destinations we’ve dreamed about visiting together. And making it happen.
I don’t want to live in fear.
I want to live.
But I promise we will not be visiting any volcanoes.