Today was hard. The morning was very nice, but the afternoon and evening were just so hard. I may even have cried my head off for an extended period of time.
The disease takes a mental toughness far beyond my natural ability. I am dependent upon superpowers beyond my own, and sometimes I just come up painfully short.
Must. Do. Hard. Things.
A favorite primary song comes to mind: "Heavenly Father, are you really there??" "Pray, He is there. Speak, He is listening. YOU are HIS child. His LOVE now surrounds you. HE hears your prayer. He loves his children, of such is the kingdom, the kingdom of Heaven." You're not alone, sweet Michelle, you're not alone.
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