As I lie in my bathroom floor on cold ceramic tile and wait for this wicked sick to come over me again tonight, I find myself tearful that over the past week I keep speaking to God that if this the quality of life for me to take me and give me rest. I do realize what I am saying but a year of this is too much :(. My kids see my suffering and wonder when I will pass while my country man just worries! Prayer is not changing this and I am tired, malnutritioned and losing faith that drs have no answer truthfully:(. It surprises me how this affects my psyche and how I have wrapped my mind around it may be time and realizing I have fought like hell. Or is it the storm and God is coming to calm my wild and restore medically? Yes this is the conversation pieces w God in this house in my condition that I grow from but truly desire answers to this major concern! Love to you all for your joyful sharing, loving words and emails! Just please never see me as weak nor shallow for that would crush my spirit completely
Posted on: Wed, 31 Jul 2013 07:22:17 +0000
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