Friday night I was buckled into my seat on an airplane with my 4-year old granddaughter Victoria, buckled in next to me on a runway in Minneapolis. We sat there for about 4 hours, awaiting Air Traffic Control's permission to take off, due to very bad weather. This morning I checked the Minneapolis Star Tribune Sunday edition to see how much snow they got up there on the night they made us wait for so long on an airplane with nothing more to eat than a few cans of Pringles but never made it to the weather page. Instead, a caption about an article caught my eye, it directed me to a blog that I've been reading all morning.
I would suggest you go there, if you're so inclined. Read the blog. Look at the pictures. It's an incredible story about ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. If you are a person who believes and prays, a young man named Matt with the weight of the world on his shoulders and a tiny little baby girl in his arms could use our support. He is detailing his thoughts in simple words and photos as day by day their story unfolds. Eloquent. Honest.
I taped their names next to my kitchen sink to remind me to pray for them every time I see it. It's also a reminder to be thankful for my own blessings, to make each moment count and to tell the people in my life how much I love them. That's my little Victoria's art work next to the note. She made that for Grandma before we flew her home.
Here is the blog address, it's something special: