Momma had the sweetest voice. She used to love to sing to us. I remember her singing to Lynkon, and rocking him. She loved him soo much. She practically raised him.
The past couple of weeks, she could barely talk without being short of breath. I miss her voice.
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the progression of pulmonary fibrosis - as my mother lives/lived it.
Awareness
Momma, I write how I feel- and how you suffered- so others can become aware of the desperate need for research to help those living with pulmonary fibrosis.
Now, in 2014, I finally realize- it's all about prayer, and faith. I believe in the power of healing through our Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus saves. He heals. The Lord took mom home for a purpose... but I believe wholeheartedly now, if He didn't need her- she could have been completely healed. God has grown my faith in ways I could never believe and I wish to share this with you. Trust the Lord. His mercies are new every morning. He is faithful.
Ask Jesus to heal you, or your loved one. And believe He will. He loves you that much.
