He Cares

I think we may have turned a corner.

At the doctor appointment I had about a month ago, my rheumatologist changed up my medications for all new ones and I am very happy to report that they seem to be working very well.

I am profoundly grateful that there are medications available to me that make my life so much less painful and allow me so much more mobility, though I confess I am little bit sad knowing that these medications, though they make life better, are not curing anything. It is a strange feeling to have incurable autoimmune diseases.

Still, I am so thankful that I am able to do more with our children, with my husband, with friends and family. This makes me very, very happy.

It seems so much is changing right now. One of my best, closest friends is moving away soon. Another of my dearest, best friends is going into early labor. She lives across the country. Still another of my dearest friends is struggling powerfully in her life, relationships, finances, etc. I want so much to be there for her any way I can.

I have friends and family scattered all over, and sometimes it is very hard not to be near enough to see them, go to their baby showers or visit them in the hospital, to hold their hands or bring them a casserole or wash their dishes or just sip coffee and listen to their hearts.

I must believe, ultimately, that prayer makes a difference, that I serve and love a God who listens to and answers my prayers, and who holds my loved ones in the palm of His Hand. To fret, worry, stress... is this not essentially unbelief?

So I am finding all of life is full of reasons to be ceaseless in prayer, that peace is a Person, that His name is Jesus, and that I can trust Him. With my health, my family, my friends... with everything.