The only reason I've made it this far is God.
His grace carried me.
His plan sustains me.
His promise still stands.
Lately I have been feeling every day of 73. With new health issues unfolding and chronic pain and fatigue, I feel like my body is slowly closing down.
With my family history of dying around or before 75, I can well imagine that I will not really make it to old bones.
As I told my doctor last week, it is well with my soul. I am just unhappy that the carrier is breaking down so rapidly.
I am not depressed. Ageing and pain and death are a part of life and I am not afraid of dying. I am more afraid of the manner in which I will die than the actual act of dying...
The reason I am not afraid of death is that God is in control of the number of days allotted to me and the manner in which I will go to Him.
Over the last 73 years, since early childhood, I have been aware that He loves me and carries me.
His grace has been my stay and song during a life of pain of every sort, from a wretched childhood to a hellishly violent first marriage of 25 years. Culminating in my body falling apart after I met and married Chris. My rock and soulmate for the last 30 years.
Some days I am not well enough to sit and talk with you, due to pain and brain fog from fibromyalgia and pain killers. But I want to tell you that the joy of the LORD is my strength.
He keeps me from the Pit of Despair and I find there's always something to be grateful for. And I am.
I have learned to give myself grace as I navigate and walk the path of the chronically ill.
God's plan for my life as a Christian, wife and now great-grandmother still brings me purpose and joy.
Having faced death a few times already, I am at peace in the knowledge that God's promise to carry me even to the time of grey hairs is as real now as it was when I first became born again 46 years ago.
Even to your old age, I am He, And even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; Even I will carry, and will deliver you. Isaiah 46:4
If I go in the Rapture or rise to meet Christ from my grave, it is of no consequence to me. I know to Whom I am going. My body will be resurrected and my soul with Jesus.
As I said to my doctor, "It is well with my soul!"
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day.. 2 Corinthians 4:16