Yet you have never let any of this dull your sparkle. And you have faced far more loneliness and uncertainty than anyone should have to face, let alone a seventeen-year-old. Yet you carry it all with grace. I’ve never known how you do it.
What do you see when you look at me? Is what you see, the real me? I am the world’s greatest actress. Like my disease, I am the great pretender.…what you don’t see is a girl that battles daily to be more than her disease allows.
God watches us. He sees us. He waits with us for morning. God understands what it’s like, and He sits with us in the pain.
Because I'm chronically ill, I wondered if someone could love someone who is sick, dependent, and unable, but I don't doubt it's possible through God’s grace.
A HIDING PLACE IN THE STORMS OF CHRONIC ILLNESS I lay in my double bed, the bed I had lived in for the past year and a half, and quietly watched the rain outside my bedroom window. For the last 24 hours, it had been pouring hard - so much...