On our journey toward embracing hope we soon realize it has to be fought for. If it simply slipped over our shoulders, like a warm comfort blanket from heaven, we wouldn’t value it so much.
Joy Lenton Posts
A cave of chronic illness obscurity is a tough place to be in, but not hopeless when we lean on Jesus. It becomes a place of holy hope and grace.
I cannot wish away this pain ... cannot get away from this broken body ... But what I can do is ... turn my sickness and pain into an offering.
fear nibbles at the edges of her soul, like a rat
aboard a sinking ship that leaks, lists and tips
because she has woken to face yet another
pain filled day, unrefreshed in every way