The Friday night brain MRI went better than I expected. With the open bed there was not one hint of my former claustrophobia. What a relief to have it over, but now I wait for the results, if any. I didn't have a nice weekend, as planned, because I ended up having 2 more "episodes", leaving me exhausted and lazy for two straight days. These episodes were slightly different than the last few, and quite honestly made me a little fearful. I've been hiding it pretty well from the kids, but that's hard to do on a weekend. I keep telling them I'm fine, but I finally said to my husband, what if it's bad?
Then I remembered my own words--My faith will be bigger than my fear. And so as I lay watching the sparkly light show in my eyes, I repeated over and over , "He is the God who heals me."
Whatever this is, good, bad, simple or complicated, it will be okay. I just need to hold on. Hold on to the faith I profess and the Scripture I pray confidently over everyone else. Those same promises have been made to me.
I can do this!
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Praying for you! You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. Glad the MRI went well.
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