My Strong Tower
I fell asleep last night with tears drying on my cheeks. I woke up this morning with the same fears and a few more tears spilled out. For the most part the Lord has helped me stay positive, but on days when there seems to be slightly more progression of my ALS symptoms I’m tempted to worry and it is harder to look up. I desire to have such a strong faith in my loving Savior that my symptoms are not the barometer of my peace level. However, I must admit that my journey is not always sunshine and bird songs, occasionally rain clouds move in. I sat in my favorite pink lazy-boy in my bedroom and opened my Bible, looking for promises that would give me the strength I needed to break through the clouds. But, the rain just seemed to come down harder. Kevin called for family worship, but I informed him that I needed some more personal time so I could “get a grip” before facing the children; I hate to dampen the home atmosphere with my emotional clouds. My caring husband had