Truth

There is nothing quite so wonderful as finally climbing into bed (yes, alone, because Matt is with Mira tonight) after bathing your almost-eight year old who had vomited all over himself and his bed right before having a large seizure, making his bed while he has three more seizures, administering his rescue meds, starting a load of laundry, and taking down the trash and recycling (because Matt is with Mira), and finding this as the place where your bookmark falls in your before-bed reading for the night:

So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light, momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,as we look not to the things that are seen, but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are not seen are eternal.