I was talking with my little sister the other day and she recalled that it was one year ago that we got Jack's diagnosis. Oh yes, that fateful April 23rd. It's really amazing to me how far we've come since that oh, so scary day when we learned how uncertain our baby's future would be.
It seems strange, but given the option, I don't think I would change a thing. During this past year I have learned to pray more sincerely than I ever knew before. I have learned to trust in the Lord's plan, and not make quite so many of my own. I have witnessed miracles and gained compassion and empathy. My eyes have been opened to a whole new world of amazing people who have overcome insurmountable odds and held on to their faith through the most difficult trials. I have become more in tune with the whisperings of the Holy Spirit and have drawn closer to my husband and family. Hardy and I have felt so much love from people we know and some we don't who have prayed and continue to pray for Jack's health and well being. My testimony of the Savior has grown leaps and bounds and I believe so has my character.
I don't know why Jack has been given this lifelong trial, but already he's had a profound impact on me and so many who love him. I have a feeling this is just the beginning and I can't wait to see the great things in store for him in the future.
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