Yesterday morning I looked at my handful of
pills and I prayed over them to help cure me of this stupid illness. I
had faith that they would start the healing. Today I look at the same
pills with trepidation but still the same faith. Faith has to get me
through because what sane person would voluntarily swallow these things
knowing that very shortly you're going to feel completely awful? My
faith tells me to follow the path, to essentially swallow the pill.
While it may be littered with toil and strife, the end is filled with
joy and triumph. I have Faith.
~ still climbing mountains ~
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