I am embarrassed to say, how little it took for my faith to shake when my physical pain would just not go away.
When I had difficulty typing, replying to messages, and daily functional tasks, and faced the scary possibility of more medical investigations, so close to the date of our departure, I grappled with a sense of despair and despondency as I imagined the worst.
“This doesn’t look good,” the neurosurgeon had said. “There are a number of possibilities…”
Yet, through the darkness, I am learning what it means to surrender every day to God. None of us knows what tomorrow may bring. Why should I pretend to know I will be fit to serve in the mission field tomorrow?
Amidst pain, grief and despair, lies Hope that my heavenly father loves and cares for me, even when I struggle to believe it.
Whatever you might be facing, would you believe in that with me for your own situation?