Walking Alongside the Chronically Ill
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.
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.
“Brace yourselves,” the doctor said. The months that followed were a Gethsemane place for me, a taste the bittersweet of Job, “Even if You slay me…”
When it comes to prayer, my fervor ebbs and flows. The book of Psalms offers specific support for those moments as a language for prayer.
“She held his hand like she never wanted to let him go," my husband told me quietly one evening. It was an unusual statement from him and it caused me to think and to pray. “Lord, is that what my husband wants – to know he is so deeply loved that I never want to let him go?”