Afflicted With Purpose

When Kate screams and writhes during a treatment (only because she wants to go outside like everyone else and swim) and I have to hold her down to do it...that is when I cry about the unfairness of Cystic Fibrosis. It is heartbreaking. I whispered in her ear over and over, "I love you. Good girl. I'M SORRY." I'm sorry for how life is different for you, and you are starting to realize it. Then I realize we are all afflicted in some way, whether life altering or a minor inconvenience. "This is what I've learned about life: it goes on." So, we press on. God's faithfulness never changes, and I will learn to still my momma heart and know that He alone is God.