Heavy is a good word to describe how I am feeling. You know, I look at certain things we go through in life and I think, "How in the world do people cope without God, or some sort of higher something when things are hard?" Because I'm telling you, if I didn't have faith in God and that one day there will be a place with no more pain, I don't think I would want to keep living. What would be the point? If there is no God, and if there is nothing else after death, where would the motivation be to continue living in a broken and fallen world, that seems to bring more pain than anything else? And my pain is so trivial compared to what some people are facing right now. Cancer. Death of a child. Death of a parent. Financial struggles. Divorce. And so many other things.
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Heavy
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Monday, April 8, 2019
Distracted and Disconnected
I've spent the better part of a year distracted. For the first time in the last seven years, I haven't felt as close to God. I haven't felt far from him. Just not close. Not like I was.
I've allowed the circumstances of my life to get in the way. My priorities shifted. It happened so subtlety that it has taken me almost a year to recognize it. I've allowed my pain to take the wheel, controlling my emotions, my body, my heart. I have been worn and discouraged. I have become utterly exhausted, fighting against a failing body I cannot control. And the mental toll that has taken over the last year has been frustrating, to say the least.
Pain is all I think about. My life revolves around it. This is the evening before I go in for what they call a "pain pump trial." It will determine whether or not having pain pump implanted will be beneficial and allow me to live life again.
I've allowed the circumstances of my life to get in the way. My priorities shifted. It happened so subtlety that it has taken me almost a year to recognize it. I've allowed my pain to take the wheel, controlling my emotions, my body, my heart. I have been worn and discouraged. I have become utterly exhausted, fighting against a failing body I cannot control. And the mental toll that has taken over the last year has been frustrating, to say the least.
Pain is all I think about. My life revolves around it. This is the evening before I go in for what they call a "pain pump trial." It will determine whether or not having pain pump implanted will be beneficial and allow me to live life again.
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