I’d love to be wrong.
Grandma’s 74th birthday was last week, and today we celebrated with family. As I was driving there, I had to stop for a card, and it hit me; this may be the last birthday card I get to give my grandmother. She’s still lively and happy and one of my favorite people to be around, but she has health problems, and they’re slowly piling up. I hate to be morbid and pessimistic, but as I was trying to pick out a card, I couldn’t help but think that this card may very well be the last. I froze up, nearly broke down and cried right there in the hallmark aisle at walmart. None of these cards were anywhere near what I wanted to say, and how could they be? Sure I’m not the first person to realize that someone they love will die someday, but it’s the first time I have, and it scared me. I ended up surprising myself with a card based on scripture. I believe in God, but I have a hard time believing he’s the type to sit around all day and listen to people’s individual worries. So when I found myself reaching for a card that I’d have scoffed at only a month ago, I was taken aback. I think it’s about time I really thought about what I believe, because on an issue as large as faith and God, one really shouldn’t ever be surprised by one’s decisions.
