I am tired. Very, very tired. My parents have been here, we’ve had the Easter holiday, I’ve got a 6-year-old who is starting to “not believe” (if you get my drift), and I am just wiped out. It’s one of those things that I can’t really explain. It happens sometimes, and God just sort of gives me a little push to remind me that I have a damn good, damn lucky life.

There is a woman I know from MOMS Club who has a seriously ill child – the little girl has Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, and has had a very tough few months. Her website is http://www.caringbridge.org/mn/abbyleigh/index.htm. She is getting better, which is excellent news, but is still going to spend a lot of time in the hospital, and it looks like she may need a heart transplant at some point in the near future. She could use our prayers.

A few weeks ago, Abby’s mom, Heather, put an entry in their blog about a little friend of theirs in the hospital named Wylan. Wylan is very, very sick, and his parents have signed a DNR. From his website (http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/inputSiteName.do?method=search&siteName=wylanisaacvobornik), it appears that his family has decided that it is time to let Wylan go. He is a month younger than Johnny, and has spent most of his life in the hospital. He is an absolutely beautiful child, and his family needs every ounce of strength that God can give them right now. Please pray for them.

And then there is my niece’s little friend Hans. Hans has neuroblastoma, and is scheduled for a bone marrow transplant later this week. Hans’ website is www.hansjourney.blogspot.com. As he and his family enter this difficult phase of treatment, they need support and prayers.

And I have four very healthy children. Each day I wake up to little hands and little feet, and relatively few worries. And then I deal with people who cannot see beyond themselves (like Ronald McDonald’s mom), and I just want to scream. I wish people realized that they have so much to be thankful for – they have so many gifts, and the tiny issues about which they get so angry mean nothing in the long run.

The next time you’re feeling sorry for yourself, take a minute to say a prayer for someone who is struggling with something really important. And thank the good Lord that you have the wonderful blessings you do. I promise that I will.