It's been 3 months. It hasn't been easy. Having a stroke at my age. A bleeding stroke they call it. ******* I am in perfect health. I am planning my Easter dinner. I talk with my husband. Making dinner plans. Shopping at the mall. Brain being squeezed... I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my body. I am carried into the house. I can't talk. I am now in the ER. I begin to convulse. The lights dim. {Me. 3 months post stroke.} It hasn't been easy. Tears shed. Poked and prodded. Impatience. Laying in bed. Boredom. ******* Learning to walk again. Will I ever dance again? I asked. I prayed. I begged. I cried again. A burden on my family. My yoke- heavy. Art by-Greg Olsen Then I remembered what I had read: "...discipleship is not a promise of protection from pain, hardships, and disappointment. True disciples know that a sinless life was realized only once in mortality. Their faith in the perfect One fills them with joy and strength to carry on and find hope...
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