Somewhere along this rocky, twisting, unwanted adventure of chronic illness comes a place of wrestling with God, with self, with letting go. But it’s OK. Because spring is almost here, hope watered in tears, ready to push through the grief, and burst into light.
A wandering soul was born years ago. But now when I feel the desert rain, I will understand it is the watering of a rooting soul at peace.
Perhaps those who live everyday with chronic illness are in a place to comfort those who find themselves in this new life on the edge of uncertainty.