I left the hospital at some delirious hour this morning. Too numb from everything emotionally that has gone on, I laid in bed & stared at the ceiling for a solid 3 hours.
It was as if I couldn’t feel anything.
9am came and I got up to go to church.
Oh goodness. I sat on the edge of my seat in church today while tears poured down my face, hoping no one saw me, as they coated the pages of my Bible.
And I couldn’t stop. By Jesus’ divine planning, today they talked about suffering. About seeing the season you are in as a gift, and knowing that to God, it doesn’t go without purpose.
Over an hour after service and I’m here sitting in my car sobbing, overwhelmed at how good He is in light of how much I’ve complained or faltered.
I’m sharing this because the struggle is so real. And if you’re anything like me, you are in the middle of the storm, feeling like it’s ripping you to pieces. You’re sleep deprived, in pain, or simply tired of going through the motions.
Take heart, my friend. Have courage, because God is the God of every season. #chronicillness #spoonielife #butyoudontlooksick #mastocytosis #gastroparesis