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Faced
with a serious illness, There
are stages one goes thru; Anger,
grief, depression, acceptance, All
along the question is asked…why? Time
to find out who are really true friends, Dates
are set, feeling too ill to go. Slowly
life becomes more isolated, alone, It’s
not me, but this is what has to be…why? Some
question what I did wrong to deserve this, Others
think I need the right frame of mind to be healed. A
few friends and family shine through, take me as I am, They
are there for me even when I am not…why? With
my time of solitude I talk with my God, “Aren’t
I more useful to you capable, as I used to be?” He
tells me to rest in Him, to ride this out to the end, Which
takes more faith, immediate healing or trusting…not knowing why? God
says, “How can you help someone with years of hurt, If
I let you out of this before you understand?” “Wow,
God, you’re right…I know what they’re facing, Exactly
what they mean when they turn to me and say…why?” It
is easy to be a Christian when life goes smoothly, When
my body will go from dawn to dark, working for me. It’s
when all strength is taken from me, that I learn to lean. My
God, in His time, answers all questions that begin with…why? Catherine-2003
© All Rights Reserved “Count
it all joy, my brethren, when you meet various trials, for you know that
the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness
have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in
nothing.”
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