Huish Herd

I remember having a conversation with my oldest brother once about time.  He shared some thoughts that Elder Boyd Packard had in  talk.  As eternal beings whose existence had not revolved around the time we have here on Earth, the minutes, hours, days and years that seem to control our lives during our mortal experience are very foreign. Our lives turn into a swirl of confusion. I couldn't agree more.

When I started my physical therapy this summer I could fit it right in with no problem.  Now . . . not so easy. Once again I am having to set my priorities, daily at times, to get these much needed exercises in.  Adding water aerobics has made it even harder.  Isn't it sad when taking care of one's health feels selfish?  It shouldn't and right now I HAVE to do this.  

So much more of life ahead . . . it needs to good, by my standards, my husband's, children and grand kiddies but most of all, Heavenly Father's.

I am so blessed to have the strong body I received when I was born and the means to help it heal itself.  Every month I look at the cost and decide it is pretty dumb to not use it to achieve this goal.  Just guessing, but I think it'll will be a monthly if not daily decision!