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Today am tired| diary entry

Dear Diary,


I’ve been sick for the past 13 years. 


I've been through hell, and there were times when I just wanted to die to find some peace. My whole high school and university experience was awful; I just pretended to cope. I never thought I could face something worse, but this year has been painfully challenging. I’m tired all the time, my body aches constantly, and my hip is just so sore—especially at night.


During the last week of 2023, I fasted for health in the new year, and God responded with a vision, giving me Proverbs 3:5-6. Now, I find myself unsure of what to ask for this last month of 2023. Maybe I should just go with the flow and see what He has in store.


I’m still trusting that He’ll show up as promised, especially regarding my operation and healing. Above and beyond the Lord’s Prayer is what I’m holding onto. 


Ps: medication sucks, and I hate the attention and the questions I get from people noticing i use a walking aid. Sometimes I just want to not be noticed.


Reference verses:

Mathew 6: 7-13

Psalm 23




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