Last Monday my father had a hernia operation. While the surgery itself went well, afterward he experienced some bleeding and developed a hematoma in the incision site. He has a blood clotting disorder (Protein S deficiency) and is on Coumadin and other drugs that probably contributed to the hematoma. Last night he had surgery to help drain the blood and get him back on the road to recovery. The whole day yesterday I spent worried sick about my dad. The thought of losing him just shattered me. I would have given all the money I had just to make sure he would be okay.
Money is worthless. Money can’t keep us warm, it can’t buy love, we can’t eat it to keep us nourished, and sometimes it causes more problems than anything else. I think about saving money for the future. I struggle with thinking I don’t have enough money for everything I’ll need in life, and I need to realize that’s okay. Life is a journey, not a destination. Money will come and go.
I read something the other day that really hit home. Everything is perfect and exactly how it should be. While this seems like such a simple statement, it has really spoken to me. Instead of worrying about things, I need to embrace them and realize that life is just how it’s meant to be right now. Even when the situation is not ideal, it’s meant to be.
Every day we are gifted with 24 hours. How we spend those hours is up to us. We can’t save them for the future; they must be spent. Time is more valuable than money.
Sometimes it takes a crisis to make you really figure out what’s important. I am very thankful to have extra time to spend with my dad, and I won’t take that for granted.