As a former long-distance runner, I see this sacred journey as my wilderness marathon, the most important of my life. I am housebound, unable to drive, and some days I am unable to hold up my head. In my weakness, I dig deep into His Word, my entire being dependent on God’s provision.
I think He knew He’d need to suffer the most agonizing and excruciating death possible, so that I’d believe that He really “gets it.”
Giving my problem a name and validating it … was my first step… In fact, the relief in my diagnosis gave me the freedom to stop lashing out at myself.
So how can we walk alongside the chronically ill? The knowledge of being loved by those closest to them simply because of who they are..