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sorrowful1
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First off, I want to express my deep gratitude to those who have been continuously offering prayers on my behalf ( Katherine, St. Bede and others).
Now, turning to the actual intention of my post here , as the title suggests - how do I stop myself from giving up on prayers, and in life ? I’m not moaning or complaining. But then, why wouldn’t I? Born premature, I nearly died (or so I was told .I should have died I think.). I survived but there were so many health complications that to this day, I’m fighting. I’m really sick of it. And then, at school and college, my academic performances were excellent but what of that, I ended up not being able to pursue the higher education of my choice. Oh, yes- God has plans for us. He chooses what is right for us. But I’ve failed to see that. For years, I’ve been like a lost soul in search of its body. I find jobs but I do them for survival (I work hard though) rather than out of passion. If I manage to find passion, my health breaks and that’s it. It’s the same all over. I’ve not been able to give anything back to my parents who gave me everything.
To sustain and strengthen my health, I try to eat a healthy diet. I avoid clubbing , late night outs and etc. I meditate, pray (you name it) but somehow sickness pay a regular visit.
Sorry, I posted a similar question weeks ago but this time I’m like seriously done with everything. Why do some of us have to suffer this much? I’ve lost count(s) of how many times I’ve cried lying sick on my bed but acting all strong in front of the world. Is this how God loves us?
Now, turning to the actual intention of my post here , as the title suggests - how do I stop myself from giving up on prayers, and in life ? I’m not moaning or complaining. But then, why wouldn’t I? Born premature, I nearly died (or so I was told .I should have died I think.). I survived but there were so many health complications that to this day, I’m fighting. I’m really sick of it. And then, at school and college, my academic performances were excellent but what of that, I ended up not being able to pursue the higher education of my choice. Oh, yes- God has plans for us. He chooses what is right for us. But I’ve failed to see that. For years, I’ve been like a lost soul in search of its body. I find jobs but I do them for survival (I work hard though) rather than out of passion. If I manage to find passion, my health breaks and that’s it. It’s the same all over. I’ve not been able to give anything back to my parents who gave me everything.
To sustain and strengthen my health, I try to eat a healthy diet. I avoid clubbing , late night outs and etc. I meditate, pray (you name it) but somehow sickness pay a regular visit.
Sorry, I posted a similar question weeks ago but this time I’m like seriously done with everything. Why do some of us have to suffer this much? I’ve lost count(s) of how many times I’ve cried lying sick on my bed but acting all strong in front of the world. Is this how God loves us?