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And Another Thing

 Well I got through that last challenge and kept on praising the Lord. Found myself laying on the bathroom floor again. Now having gone through another of my episodes of syncope I think they call it, I can’t help but think of Job. Job kept on following God no matter what the Devil threw at him. So is he saying okay she didn’t curse God over this, maybe a fainting episode will change her mind. As much as I dislike my episodes, they are almost harmless. As long as I have my support system to check on me, I am fine. I heard someone say recently that we should be allowed to be angry about bad things that happen to us. I say, yes, certainly a valid point. When we start blaming God, because life isn’t easy or perfect, then we have a problem. Life is hard. We all go through different bad stuff. Abuse is terrible and we have a right to be angry about it. The hard part is letting that go so it doesn’t cause further harm to us internally. Chronic illness is hard. Some of the bravest people I know, have chronic illness. Whether or not tomorrow is better, today was a good day. Whatever your issue is, just know that you’re not alone, and someone understands. Hebrews 4:15 is the verse I leave you with. Hoping tomorrow is a little easier. 

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