It makes no earthly sense that I should have so much joy and be able to keep on smiling in the midst of my sufferings and life-threatening health issues, does it?
That’s what gives me the confidence to say with pure conviction that “I am a very weak woman who trusts in a very strong God.”
This is how I cope. No, this is how I overcome. An ember burns brightly in my soul, giving me purpose. Without it, there would be no point to my existence and no reason to keep on going.
A handful of pills would release me, but I choose to cling to that rope of hope. For what is life without hope, but an empty shell.
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