This is a true story about a period in my life when I was challenged almost beyond my limits. I had a sick husband, two small boys, and a house payment to make. I needed to be strong for my family. I was accustomed to being an independent, "I can handle it" gal. I tried to handle this on my own and fell short. Trying to look and act normal was monumental. I was forced to depend on God and my family and friends. The Lord walked me through safely to the other side, I was scarred, but still on my feet. Scars come with wisdom if we look for it. Throughout my struggle, I learned many lessons. This is the story of that time and some of the lessons learned from it.
I found great comfort in the words of a friend who told me that death was the last blessing God could give us on this earth. A smile crosses my face when imagine the instructions God gives to the Death Angel. "This is so hard to watch. My child has suffered enough. It's time for you to go to Earth and bring him/her home." I look forward to going home.
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