Considerations for the End of Life

When my sojourn through this time and space

is called to an end, my triune God will not ask me,

“Why were you not Moses or Mother Teresa?”

Nor will I be asked,

“Why were you not more like your mother, or your sister?”

I will not even be asked,

“Why were you not your neighbor, or your friend?”

I will be asked,

“Why were you not Amy?”

Accomplishments

toasted half of an everything bagel and served it with butter
toasted oat bread and served it with butter, cinnamon, and brown sugar
brewed coffee and drank it
drove to preschool and hardware store, twice
steered kids clear of the electrician
washed and dried laundry
warmed milk
prepared lunch
read books
emptied dishwasher
loaded dishwasher
changed diapers
pushed swings
kissed husband
served broccoli with dinner
cleaned up vomit
disposed of ants
administered two baths
read three stories, gave back rubs, and played chess for bedtime
didn’t complain or sigh or whine or luxuriate in self-pity
published a blog post
practiced thankfulness