Trusting God With Our Broken Pieces
It can be so, so tough to remain trusting and hopeful for something when it continues to leave you disappointed, and you watch as hope slips through your fingers. When I’m really suffering, physically from my chronic pain or emotionally from the weight of it, or from dealing with some of the memories of traumatic medical procedures I’ve had done, it can be so impossible to keep my chin up and to keep hoping for healing, for relief. Everything feels empty, even God’s promises at times. Those days are much harder to keep hoping that God’ll show up for me, that He’ll bring my body relief from my pain, fevers, weakness. That my life would finally hit play and move forward after it being on pause for years. Hospital visits would finally come to an end, and so would all the lab work and invasive, painful tests I’ve had done over the years. For things to be okay again. Not having that normalcy I used to have can be brutally hard some days. Questions of why? are more real now than ever before...