My body's falling apart...Thank God!

Yes, I really mean it. And, no, I'm not being sarcastic. Thank God my body's falling apart. It is finally giving out meaningful clues as to why I am in pain. But deeper than that, I am profoundly thankful for the struggle. In the fight for my health and the quest towards diagnosis, I am finding more meaning and clarity in God's will for me. He has blessed me with innumerable life challenges and this one is no different. Each medical mystery bestowed upon me has me running towards His embrace. It is much easier to remember that I need God for EVERYTHING when I can do very little for myself these days. When my brain has a problem remembering humility, the frailty of my body reminds me. There is no room for "woe is me," no time for "what if?" no patience for "why me?" when the Lord's joyful grace has invaded my mind, heart and soul. He truly is my "all in all." So, I say to life, "bring it on!" and I will offer all that I have, happiness and pain, to God in supplication and in gratitude for all He gives me.