Being in Minnesota made everything in the world seem okay. It was easy to forget about the Boston Marathon bombing and the explosions in West, Texas and pretend that the only thing that mattered was warm, sunny weather and a family wedding, but there are still people desperately hurting, and the events in Boston still hit too close to home.
One of the families injured in the blast come from my home town. Webster seems to have become battered and bruised the past couple years... The family affected are not personal friends of mine, but easily could have been. The grown children were homeschooled, and their mother, the one actually running in the marathon, is familiar to me. I was introduced to her this past year, I can't remember exactly where, but I think it was at church, maybe a graduation party or something.
I've read a couple of the daughter's blogs lately (The Marathon Ahead and cragsandclay). They give an intensely personal view into the lives of those affected by the blasts, and they are a reminder to me that I need to be more prayerful and abundantly more grateful for the blessings in life.