I hate to admit it, but I've grown quite tired of hearing "I'm sorry." I'm just all maxed out on sympathy. I don't mean to sound ungrateful for the support I've received over and above anything I could ever imagine.
It's just that I'm beginning to grow accustomed to having this tragedy as part of my life. I've found myself responding to "I'm sorry" these last few months with, "thank you, but it's all just part of my story."
I mean, what else do I say? Sure, I could be all dramatic and burst into tears...or better yet, start into an endless monologue about how hard my life is. But, crying and making people feel sorry for me are just two things I prefer not to do on a regular basis.
My last blog was almost one I didn't post because I didn't want folks to start getting all worried about me. I posted it anyway because I also don't want folks to think that my journey is all rose-colored either. I'm still in the throws of the battle of my life; sympathy is just not what fuels me. Jesus, His Word, and encouragement from friends and family rank top on my list for spurring me on.
And my story, with all its joy, sorrow, and one day, triumph, is scripted perfectly, Divinely, all for God's glory. It's main character is Jesus; He is IT for me.
I leave you with a few verses from a favorite hymn, "Blessed Assurance"...
"Perfect submission, all is at rest;
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
watching and waiting, looking above,
filled with his goodness, lost in his love.
"This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long."