Facing death does something to you physically, mentally and spiritually, to say the least. For most of the time, eternity is way out there and so we can push it out of our mind.
Twice now I have been 'gone' and brought 'back' and I think about the fact I don't want to leave my family, yet I do know where I will spend eternity so I am sad about still being alive but happy, too. See what I mean, it is hard. And being alive means a lot of pain and pushing yourself to look ahead to see a reason for all of this.
This is where my faith comes in; the anchor for me,
the person of Jesus Christ in the Scriptures. Who provides the prolonging for my days and I trust him for the reason I am still here and also provides my hope for the future
even through these hard days.
In my prone state, I came across a woman who clearly shares the Scriptures and adds a bit of artwork to her journal pages.
I was intrigued. I could work on my writing , which has suffered greatly these last few months, and my watercolor, which has been all but forgotten, while immersing my soul in sound truth.
Since Sept 9, I have shared my physical challenges, my mental struggles and I wanted to voice my spiritual beliefs with you also. Thanks for listening and cheering me on, it means a lot.
