Old Room

Jesus is my strength when my physical strength is at its minimal. Somehow, my mom and dad are given strength to carry on when their load is already over burdened. We somehow moved my bed out of the cellar and into my old room upstairs. Two people in their late 70's and myself somehow with little pauses along the way accomplished much.

They are sacrificing their privacy and their home for me as I journey on the path to wellness. I hope that is the proper word at this time. Because I have taken hit upon hit and not able to recover from the onslaught, my parents have shouldered much for my sake. I think Jesus does the very same thing, he would carry that cross time and time again for each one of us, to make sure that the road that we travel on is not that burdensome. To the point that he would die to save us. HIS love is that strong and great for us all. I know this personally because it was told to me on a night I will never ever forget hearing interiorly that voice that said the "Father would die for the daughter." A voice that was heavenly in nature and absolutely beautiful beyond compare.

No matter what is thrown my way in this world, the trials, the illnesses, the ups and downs, through it all is the constant reminder that He would die for me just so I could have life. What parent would go to the length for their child just as the one heavenly parent we have has truly done it and would do it over and over again and has done it for us. It is with hope that somehow the world will recognize such a gift that was given to them in time before it is too late.