Surviving

I’m surviving. It’s been a minute since I wrote but I’m surviving. We are hit with a couple more trials .. not mine to share but? We’re surviving.

More and more online I’m seeing this trend of victimhood. And I kinda understand the trend – the more the victimization the more attention you get. I was a part of that trend. Until I got a wake up call.

I tried going for my weekly run – which has been difficult since my second bout of Covid. And? I struggled – holy goodness did I struggle. I had a couple of episodes of tachycardia…all day I was winded. It was rough.

I went to complain in the POTS support group I’m in and they chided me for saying I wasn’t gonna run again – “don’t give up” “you will get there” “work up to it” and they were right.

Yeah I am heading into a rough patch – but why complain? Should I complain? Should I give up? Should I be “woe is me”? No. Not at all.

I love how God spoke to me through this group. He reminded me: I’m a survivor. I won’t give up. Why? Cause God will be the one to give me strength – not me.

It’s easy to look at the crappy situation right? Forget how big our God is right? Well I challenge you and definitely me – it’s never been us. We have never had the strength. We do what we do , we live life because of God… only God

yet for us there is one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we for Him; and one Lord Jesus Christ, through whom are all things, and through whom we live.

1 Corinthians 8:6