Initially, I started this blog to comfort my mother because she kept insisting I go to Spain. I wasn't going to go- no way was I going to leave her. But I remember thinking if I made certain that everyone understood what needed to be done- they would understand her suffering. In the beginning, the first entries of how, I did not publish (until later). Now, I am so thankful I started and continued the blog- truly I am. My mother's suffering should not be in vain. She was the most loving, merciful and encouraging person I have ever known. I miss her dearly.
Momma- I love you so much. I miss you more than you can ever imagine. I miss your love. I miss your smile. I miss your voice. Oh sweet momma- you had the most beautiful voice... Thank you for your love- and sacrifice. You were one big bundle of love. Thank you for believing me and encouraging me and for being there for me every step of the way. Momma, I will take the strength that you have given me through your everlasting love- and encourage others. I will.
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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.
