I look back on the last 2.5 years of my life and, even now in hindsight, I cant believe I made it. On one hand I wish I could have avoided the struggles Ive faced, and on the other, Im so grateful for the strength they have brought out in me. Ive had this constant thought, my body is letting me down. Ive had a nonstop flow of issues, one thing after another, and Im so frustrated with this unrelenting struggle. I watch my friends live normal, healthy lives and I find myself envious. I wonder how their bodies are able to fight to keep them healthy. But then, as I was in the hospital for the millionth time this week, it hit me - my body isnt failing me or letting me down. In fact, its doing exactly the opposite. My body is fighting. My body is strong! I have endured more in the last 2.5 years than most have in their entire lives. So, instead of beating myself up, being envious, and being disappointed with my body for not being healthy, Im going to be grateful. Grateful for a body that has been through so much and yet somehow manages to keep fighting despite all the trials Ive endured that have robbed me of my strength. In my weakest moments, Ive risen up. Ive found strength I never knew I had. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:30-31
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 21:03:20 +0000
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