Although my journey has been less than pleasant (we all experience this), I’m still a woman of faith. But, bombshells explode in mid-air.
Blindsided like tornadoes. My much-weakened lungs need a CPAP machine and inspirometer breathing exercises seven times an hour. I cannot catch a deep breath. Faced with three more worrisome outpatient surgeries tires me.
Suffering baffles me. Each philosophy differs in their opinions. But pain cannot truly be explained. Regardless, I have determined to smile and choose acceptance irrespective of the outcome. Allow nothing to steal your joy.
If you would live in victory . . . you must refuse to be dominated by the seen and the felt. Amy Carmichael