#prayforlydia

It amazes (and I do mean astonishingly, awesomely, and brilliantly amazes) me how in one month a life of 20 years can seem insignificant. Seems unfulfilled. 

How many times have I sat on the couch, watched mindless tv, thinking to myself, I wish my life was more exciting. I wish I was doing something that I was passionate about. I wish I was making a difference in someone's life, anyone's life.

Life is sweet. In every sense of the word, life is sweet. Life is full of joy, love and laughter, if you choose it. I can't even begin to count the amount of times that I chose a grumpy attitude, a prideful up-turned nose, an angry thought towards someone over joy. Joy that breathes life, hope and unceasing love. 

One month ago, my life, the lives of my dear family and the life of a sweet cousin have changed. Period. There have been highs and lows, and there have been moments of despair and moments of hope. The constant in them is this brand new territory that none of us have ever faced before and can only bear it in one way. Together, broken and upheld in the hands of the Almighty.

This has been one month of choice. 

The choice to is to choose joy. Choosing preference of others, and of generosity of love, prayer, time, and friendship. 

It's the recognition that life is too precious and too uncertain to feed it anger, pride, selfishness, bitterness and sadness.

This is such a beautiful story.