Good Friday

As we head into Easter weekend, I am pausing to reflect on sacrifice. The sacrifices of my loved ones for me and the sacrifices I have made for my loved ones. At a time when so many others are hurting it is feels unusual to accept all the blessings I am being afforded. In the lat couple of weeks I have received the following (among others):
-Admission to my first choice for medical school
-an interview invitation to another medical school
-two random job offers
-my first rent check, thus ending a long financial burden
-a series of complements of which I feel undeserving
-an accepted offer towards what I presume to be my home for the next decade
-joy that Lee's education is taking her in so many exciting directions

At the same time, I have a young cousin that has inflicted with a dibilitating disease. Our best friends at church have been struggling as one of them is slowly overcoming a very serious infection. Lee's best friend at school is going through a painful separation. Many friends have lost their jobs, it feels as though everyone has lost job security. An untold number of people have lost the financial security they have been building for a lifetime... Why are we so blessed? Why now?

Our road lays before us, long and precipitous. How many can say the same?