My posts contain a time lag. I have focused on seminal moments from the past year (2023). But now I write in the present. There isn’t much more to add to the experiences documented here. Last year left me shredded to the foundations.
But something has changed.
It began in October/November when I began to sleep again. My weight loss plateaued and then reversed itself. These were the most disconcerting of symptoms which seemed to have reversed themselves. I waited to reveal these developments because I dared not begin to hope that I would recover.
Even now, I don’t much care that I have somewhat recovered. My doctors have no explanation for what happened. They don’t have a shred of evidence. One doctor suggested it might have been a long term viral infection.
Or it was simply the finger of God.
I say that I don’t care about my recovery because to be alive and without the fellowship of Christ is its own death. If every moment isn’t laced with the love of God, I don’t know why I — or anyone — should bother.
I am powerless. If the grace of God doesn’t work on and in me, my recovery is in vain. It is pointless.
Glory be to God regardless of the outcome.
SDA
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