There is this song titled, Nothing Is Impossible. We sang it yesterday at church, and I always get emotional when I sing it. Every time I hear this song, I am reminded of a cold, Sunday morning over two years ago. I woke up thinking…
God, I can’t do this.
God, I CAN’T do this!
God, I don’t know HOW to do this.
For those of you who don’t know me, my husband had been diagnosed with Burkitt’s Lymphoma a few months before this day. He had two large masses, and it had spread to his spinal fluid and bone marrow. He had spent most of the last two months in the hospital going through intense chemotherapy and hardly speaking.
At this point, I was so exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally, that part of me just wanted to pull the covers over my head and sleep, but I knew that if I…
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