As I finished drinking my warm mug of lemon water a few moments ago, I smiled to myself, thinking about how different my life looks as a result of chronic illness.
It wasn’t a happy smile, but a smile of contentment.
I felt peace. And still do.
It’s funny how that happens.
I never in a million years would have thought I could be content spending my day in bed, eating a restricted diet, and constantly using various forms of treatment.
My adventurous, travel-loving self would have never chosen to stay put.
I loved to go. To serve. To experience all I could.
I still like those things, but caring for myself in the best ways possible means I have to put my desires on the back burner.
It’s true that I would rather not have spent the past two hours detoxing my body.
But it’s also true that God is good. I believe He knows. I believe He cares. And I believe He’s working.