You hear it a lot, “pray and it’ll be answered”, -but what if it isn’t? I believe in the power of prayer. There’s no doubt in my mind prayer works. An answered prayer is a true miracle. But, do I believe every single prayer is answered? Yes, and no. I do not believe He always answers our prayers with the outcome we pray for. God hears every single prayer, but I believe that God sometime’s says, not yet, and sometimes even no. I recently read the story of the two blind men in the Bible. Matthew 9:27-31 27 As Jesus went on from there, two blind men followed him, shouting, “Have mercy on…
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God is bigger than a high risk pregnancy.
Well, it’s been quite some time since I’ve written anything, mainly because the one thing I’ve wanted to write about, we haven’t been sharing. Now that we have made it public….. I’m going to be a mom! I am still in shock writing those words. But I could not be more excited and thankful for what God’s already done in these past ten weeks. I honestly did not think a month ago that we’d be here today- ten weeks pregnant. We’ve had a lot of scares, and I’ve spent weeks crying with fear that something was going wrong. But God showed me that even if something goes wrong, I still…
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Holding on to Hope.
A few days ago I had a successful ablation (a procedure that is used to scar small areas in your heart that may be causing arrhythmias). I was so happy to finally {hopefully} be able to have a normal life. And then it happened yesterday: the beginning of another blackout. I was heartbroken all over again. I was on the verge of crying, and just wanted to go hide in my room, and lock everyone out. I have experienced a lot of high heart rates, a lot more than I had been recently, which scares me even more. It was suppose to be successful, yet I’m experiencing more episodes. I am trying to…
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Thy will be done.
It’s hard to think that God planned this. The pain. That he looked at me, and said, “I’m giving her this. I’m giving her all these strange heart conditions that doctors don’t understand, but is okay because she can handle it”. Some days I just want to scream at God. Some days I want to cry to God. Most days, I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know whether to be mad or sad. I have a love/hate relationship with this time of the year. December will mark 3 years since my first diagnosis. I remember sitting in the small room, thinking, “this is no big deal”. Little did I…
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In the eye of the storm.
I sometimes don’t talk about it, so some people think that I’m okay, or that I’m better. To be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever know what better feels like. And that scares me. But, at the same time, I am getting used to feeling broken. To feeling like I’m stuck in this hole, and I’ll never get out of it. People have questions. They’re curious. But, explaining it is hard. Doctors can barely explain, so how can I? It’s like living in a cloud. Living in pain. The other day, for the first time ever, I started blacking out, and had somewhat of a convulsion in the middle.…
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A Letter to God From The Girl That Desperately Wants to be Healthy.
God, I hate this. I used to say that I hated you because of unanswered prayers. I’m sorry- I don’t hate you. I just hate this. The pain. The unanswered tests. The unanswered prayers. The longing to be healthy. I never used to despise medication until I relied on it every day. I never used to want to cry with medication changes. Now that I take three medications, 5 1/2 pills, a day, just to create a [hopefully] well beating heart that day, is exhausting. It might not seem bad to others, but every morning, and every night I have to take pills to correct an organ that should be able…
