Two weeks

I used to think that if I were given two weeks to live I would spend it rushing around the world seeing everything that I ever wanted to see, doing everything I always wanted to expirience and eating nothing but cakes and cookies (no vegetables). But now things have definitly changed. If I were given two weeks to live, I would spend it doing exactly what I am doing now (minus the working part). I would wake up and cuddle my baby, I would spend the day eating cheerios, climbing the stairs, singing songs, and eating up every last moment I possibly could with my sweet girl.

I know this seems like a random blog post, but it isn't. I have been blessed with good health, but I know there are others who haven't. I know of two distinct people who are going through this right as we speak. My heart aches for them and their families. I hate that there is nothing I can do or nothing I can say that can take the pain away. So instead I pray. It has caused me to take a deep look at my life and how I live each day. It has caused me to look at my loved ones a little differently today. I challenge you to do the same- each and every day. It's times like these I am grateful that I have a testimony of this gospel, that Christ lives and loves us and died so we can all be together again as families. That is the greatest blessing.