Whatevergirl suffering brings us closer to Christ. I lost my sister when I was 13, my mom became mentally ill, my hubby was an active alcoholic in the early years of our marriage. There’s a great little book by Mother Angelica I read many years back when I first returned to the church called Answers, Not Promises, you should get a hold of it. I have to tell when I was diagnosed with Crohn’s 4 years ago I had a “what the heck God!” moment. I mean I already had major heart problems, really wasn’t than enough?
But you know I’m still alive and kicking, I married the love of my life and have a beautiful daughter. My sister died when she was 21 and didn’t to experience any of that. So who am I to complain?
I think me getting sick with Crohns really made me realize my hubby and I had moved the “what have you done for me lately” phase of marriage and truly into the sacrificial love that is spoken about in Corithians. Crohn’s is a digestive disorder, I was vomiting and having bathroom issues for days on end in the hospital while they were still trying to figure out what was wrong with me. My husband stayed at my side, he’s the one that cleaned me up because I was so weak I couldn’t do it myself. He didn’t complain, he didn’t act grossed out, he just did it out of love for me. I still turn red think about what he did. Once I got better and mentioned it he just shrugged “you needed help, I’m your husband, that’s part of the deal.”
I realized all those nights I spent on my knee crying out to God as my husband battled alcoholism, all those why God moments - it had all come full circle. We had our trials by fire and it made us both realize without God we are nothing. I would lay down my life for my husband and he would do the same for me. Our journey together here is to sanctify each other, to be strong when the other was weak.
I had an emotional moment where I had to step back from this thread and gather myself together. Nobody wants to be someone elses burden. I think if I asked my husband if he felt cheated he would tell me I was being ridiculous.
We have some awesome memories -my husband was my prom date

. God willing we’ll have many more. But even when I’m vegging out in bed too tired to really do anything he can still make me laugh and we can still be silly. I thank God for that, and for him. I pray for God to always give my husband strength because it’s going to get worse before it gets better. I’m rambling… I know this we are blessed with happiness and a deep love for each other. I see people with health and wealth who are lonely or bitter or miserable -so I’ll keep my life and all it’s circumstances.