About 2:30 this morning I was dragged from the arms of sleep by a thunderstorm. There was, for a split second a wash of annoyance at having been so unceremoniously ripped from my dreams. Then I remembered Moore, Oklahoma.
I began, in the middle of the lightening and thunder, to give thanks.
I gave thanks for my ability to see, hear and understand just how lucky I was that when this storm passed I would still have a roof over my head.
I gave thanks for the knowledge that my loved ones were safe.
I gave thanks for the reminder that while I may feel that my troubles are insurmountable, there are those whose problems actually are far, far worse than mine.
I may have lost sleep, but hundreds have lost their homes and 91 families have lost forever the ability to hold their loved ones in their arms. I have lost nothing compared to that.