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The Waiting Is the Hard Part
I don’t have a diagnosis. I have abnormal tests, more questions, and a mind trying to desperately fill in the blanks.
What do you do when life throws you a real curveball?
I’m not talking about getting stuck in traffic and missing an appointment. I’m talking about the kind that makes everything you knew to be true about your life feel uncertain in an instant. The death of someone you love. A diagnosis. A cheating spouse. The phone call you never expected. The test result you weren’t prepared to see. Something that forces you to take a good, hard look at the life you’re living and suddenly ask:
What actually matters?
I think most of us like to believe we’d handle those moments with grace. We’d take whatever time we needed, process the information, and lean on the people we love. We’d pray. We’d adapt. Then we’d move forward.
I was one of those people.
Until I wasn’t.
Last week, I wrote about questioning my faith because when I’m afraid, my instinct is often to look to myself before I look to God. I didn’t write that hypothetically. I had a health issue come up. It’s still unresolved.
