I always believed that there were promises awaiting me that God was going to fulfill. As I mentioned in my previous post, I have always believed that one day God was going to heal me. I always believed that God had promises for me even beyond healing. Promises of a long life, a loving family of my own, and a ministry. A promise that he was always going to take care of me regardless of what the doctors said. I needed only to be patient and trust in the daily bread.
It seems as though life is a constant battle between the wanting and the waiting. My entire life has been a waiting game; a trusting game. Waiting on test results, waiting on progress, waiting on new treatment, waiting on mental, physical, and emotional healing in my life. Wanting so much for my life to look the way God had…
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