Strong…
On June 25, 2015 by Michelle LoveStrong…it’s a funny word.
Strong, how?
Yep, I can carry 4-5 grocery bags on each arm from the car into the house.
Yep, I can breathe through a stumped toe, or a slip of the kitchen knife into my finger, or even a cross word from someone I love.
But does that make me strong?
Getting past the diagnosis of cancer in my child the first time, until life seemed almost normal….Yeah, I’ve done that too.
Being hit with a diagnosis of relapse?
Well, I’ve taken that one in the gut as well, but this is where I crumble.
This is where I have hurt beyond all imaginable hurt.
This is where I’ve spent days in a fog of doing what is expected, and faking a smile.
This is where I know I can’t do it alone. And I remember that I didn’t do it alone the first time either. It’s funny how the mind works…how it will allow you to forget pain, until something prompts a colored picture in your mind of a certain horrible day, and the twinge of pain that comes with it…then you realize…I made it through all of that.
…We made it through.
I do know that it’s not just me, but a greater power within. I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from where comes my help. Psalm 121:1.
Cure For BJ Round 2 Thanks Denise The only reason I’m still standing and doing this life is because of the strength God gives me. (BJ will tell you that’s why he’s so strong, too.) I don’t always feel strong, and I have crumbled under this weight quite often, but that happens when I take the worry and the fear back. It’s a constant struggle – It hurts your heart to see your child suffering, and to not know how this will all turn out…sometimes it’s just too much. When I start feeling like that I just have a frank conversation with Jesus. I know he’s always there and he’s got this. He’s got BJ, and as unfathomable as it is….he loves him more than I do.
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