I got my blood reports today. Apparently there's some more bacterial infection that needs to be taken care of , meaning more medicines and deprivation of the only thing that gives me happiness - non vegetarian cuisine.
Even though I feel much better today , falling sick has humbled me to my knees. Health is wealth indeed . Having mental and physical ailments together is not a package that I was hoping for.
I find myself feeling low and lost. Repetitive thoughts of quitting my job and going back to my native play musicals in my brain as I painstakingly finish my work. My parents call in to check on me and I pretend that everything is okay. While my boyfriend tries to be patient and understanding I am constantly haunted by feelings of not being understood by anyone.
As I ponder over the readings of the Bible which speaks about the tower of Babel, I am convicted by God of two things , one being nothing is impossible for man to do. Second if it's not in alignment with his will it's just a failure and will not work out.
It's been a hard day but I hold on to hope , I remind myself that God's got a wonderful plan for my life . I am not a burden . I am the daughter of the most High God. With these thoughts in mind I slowly drift of to sleep
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SpiritualStory of my life with real life experiences and struggles . Diary of my thoughts, feelings and day to day happenings . The struggle of being catholic, holding on to faith , and staying sane.
