The Promise and The Promiser
This has been a tough week. I've spent 3 of the last 5 days in bed. I've said hello to the floor twice and have bumps on both sides of my head. Perhaps I'll finally have some sense knocked into me! Ha! Not likely.
Last night's highlight was army crawling through the kitchen to get disinfectant from under the sink because I wretched onto the floor...after falling. Sorry for the TMI. Just wanting to show how my body isn't carrying me as far as I would like it to.
These words are not meant to depress, or to garner pity. There are so many people facing far worse challenges. I want to tell you that at the end of a rough day my heart finds solace in this- He makes all things new. Whether it be in this life or the next I know that I am healed and whole. It is an unshakable promise. Even if the promise of healing doesn't come, I still have the Promiser and He is more than enough.
And whilst I'm on this adventure called life I also trust that He is working everything for my good. Even when it doesn't feel like it, when my body is spent. Even when my kiddos call my hubs to relay that mommy is on the floor again. He is working for my good. And I will trust Him.
Love you xoxo