It matters not
Wednesday, August 03rd, 2005 | Author: Jami Leigh
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It matters not if I know the name of my illness, for I know the name of my Healer.
Whether doctors diagnose or gurus propose, my faith remains firm. Worried no more of insurance companies or PPO’s my God is my “provider”.
I will rise up and I will stand strong. My hands, my feet, my lungs will work and I will carry on.
This ache in my head will subside, too long has Satan lied. I am not weak, I am not sick. For I am a child of God and my King has already paid the price. I rise up, highly blessed, full of energy and purpose.
Deciding on a comment… either “Amen!” or “You Go Girl!”
My first thought was You Go Girl! God is our healer.
May God grant you peace and continues to touch you in ways that uplift the soul and may He send His blessings in and through you to touch all around you.
Christian Carnival #82
Well, here it is at last! The 82nd Almost Weekly
(or As-Far-As-We-Can-Manage-It-Weekly) Christian Carnival
where participating bloggers submit a post they have penned during
the past week to showcase to the blog-reading public. Each week, a host arran…
[...] d in the morning. Jami Leigh makes her declaration of faith against an unknown disease in this simple, yet evocatory expression of her trust in her Lord to overcome t [...]
My first though was “You go girl”, my next was I claim that too. The Lord is my healer, my rock, my peace in the midst of the storm, , in Him will I trust.We are more than conquerers…
Amen, GammyRose!
It appears as if this post has been added to the Christian Carnival for a second time. I’m not sure how as I didn’t submit one this week. Perhaps it was left over from the list of last week. So to those of you who have returned and are wondering why I put this up twice I didn’t. But while your here go ahead and check out other posts from the “faith” category.
[...] I felt as if I was under a cloud of fatigue, it was so thick I could barely see the rest of the world. I breathed it deep into my body and it’s dark heaviness settled in as a heavy muck. That muck weighed me down causing me to sink into a deep hole of pain. At the bottom of the pit I would claw at the side grasping for something to hold on to, something to use to pull my self out. Sometimes it would take days and sometimes months before I could pull myself out (or actually God would lift me out). Even when I could get out of the hole of pain I still remained weighted under the fog of the fatigue. Occasionally I would have a period of somewhat normal functioning. In fact some days I would feel perfectly fine, functioning as if nothing was wrong, the next morning I would jump out of bed only to find that my legs had decided not to work that day. There were times when I could barely use my hands; brushing my daughters hair might as well be a hike up Mount Everest. [...]