Sorry for not posting within the past two weeks. I have been at war with this disease of mine. At one point, I was a wrestler in the ring lying flat up under the opponent(Wegeners), who had jumped from the top of the upper ropes. I think “pancake” was the appropriate word for these weeks.
The past two weeks were not only a physical battle but emotional and mental too. And that is why I am so blessed that God gave me the spirit of never giving up. I despise the feeling of defeat! During my wrestling match one night, the nausea part would not relent, and I had taken the nausea medication two hours before. Instead, my body felt like I was on a listless ship rolling back and forth and up and over the tumultuous waves. As I lay on my side, my body curled up in a tight ball; tears began streaming down my face; I called out, “Oh, God, please, please help me!” “ I can’t do this anymore!” “God, Father, please help me!” The waves began to slow their roll, and there was a coolness to my face. Peace enveloped my body, and the nausea stopped.
Today, I am slowly inflating myself again and working my way back into everyday activities. But it is times like these that remind me, God is always with me, and if it is His will, it will be done. Don’t allow the busyness of life to take God away from you. For it is God who restores, it is God who is in control, and it is God who wants a relationship with you and me!
God Bless You!
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