But encourage one another daily, as long as it called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness. Hebrews 3:13

It’s Monday.  Although I am thankful for each and every day, I can’t remember when I’ve been more thankful for a Monday.  Our family is coming off of one of the busiest weeks we’ve have in a long, long time.  Honestly, I don’t know where we left off in life before last week.  One thing I do know is that I’ve missed my husband.  Our lives went in opposite directions, literally and metaphorically.  One week felt more like a month.

Yesterday, I had a powerful conversation with a friend.  He talked about the last two weeks with his wife before she passed away.  It’s been a few years since she died, but it was obvious his heart was still so tender toward her.  I listened to his spoken words and body language as he choked back tears and shared his story.

He told me that the last two weeks they had together were the most impactful to him.  They talked about everything, leaving no stone unturned.  My takeaway?

He said, What would marriages, this world, be like if husbands and wives knew they only had two more weeks together?

All of a sudden, the little, annoying things in life really just don’t matter.  One would find the courage to confront the big things, the elephants in the room, and take them on.

Two weeks.  What would our lives look like?

I already missed my husband, but this conversation made me miss him more.  I told him just this morning that I am looking forward to today – a Monday.  Because life will, hopefully, settle back down to whatever our normal looks like.

I’ll hold him a little tighter, smile a little more, make eye contact when we speak and listen to him a little longer.  And, I will be thankful for what we have and live like we have two more weeks – knowing we are not even promised tomorrow.