Today I attended a funeral for someone who’s life ended unexpectedly. Last week, my husband’s high school best friend’s father passed away. I listened to the funeral while sitting on a couch in the lobby of the funeral home. You see, right before the funeral began, David became a bit chatty and whiny (we were nearing nap time). So I quietly excused myself with David to the lobby. David fell asleep in my arms within a few minutes. As I sat alone on the couch with my sleeping baby in my arms and listened to the music and the words shared, my heart filled with gratitude for life and for family. I was reminded that sometimes I get too lost in the minutia of life. I stress over little, inconsequential details. I was reminded that my focus and my joy should be in serving Jesus Christ. Life is short; too short to worry about the little things that don’t really matter.