When RA flare-ups hit, I feel sick. My brain, muscles, bones – even my skin falls ill. These days are hardest to get through. I push my body to the limit which doesn’t take long at all, then I rest. I used to lament,… Continue Reading “Hot Flashes – An RA Story”
How could he suggest I needed help? Was my physical condition so far gone we had to pay someone to care for our home? I had a choice.
This is how God made me, designed through the genetics passed down from generation to generation on my mother’s side and my father’s side.
I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?
This is not an easy decision. I prayed over it, talked with Greg about it, and researched more than my brain could stand sometimes.
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Embracing God's Grace
by Lize Bard