The fight is not just Physical but also Mental

This week included two good days, one good morning that turned into a bad afternoon, and two ER visits. As I called 911, I prayed both times asking that the good Lord would help me through the rough time, and asking for a good bill of health that would allow for me to be sent home and not be admitted to the hospital. God is always listening, and I know the good Lord is listening because both times I was able to come home to my family. This is a wonderful example of Scripture, specifically in 1 John 5:13-15, “I write these things to you who believe in the name of the son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life. This is the confidence we have in approaching God; that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us- whatever we ask – we know that we have what we asked of him.”

I asked God to let me go home to my family each hospital trip I made, and each trip I got to come home. God helps me as everyday becomes more and more of a struggle, and as my body begins to feel more and more broken. As I begin to feel more broken and depressed, I call out to the Lord and pray for help from him. As it says in Psalm 3:3-4 “But you, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the one who lifts my head high. I call out to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy mountain.” When the Lord answers my prayers, I am able to sleep peacefully mentally clear my head from all the thoughts that have flooded my brain. As I continue to fight daily, I can begin to see that I am running a race where there is a finish line within sight, and it gets closer each and every day.

It reminds me of 2 Timothy 4:7, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” Despite the struggle of running a race, every day that I wake up, I am happy, and I rejoice in the joy that it brings me to know that God has given me one more day to enjoy the sun and to spend time with my family and friends. I am truly blessed every day and I keep fighting. There is some light of hope left in my eyes, and I plan to keep going until the Lord calls me home.