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I See You. He Knows You.

You’re tired. You’re the kind of tired that only happens to bodies riddled with disease. You’re always tired. And frankly, you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired. You grow fatigued when sitting upright. You become exhausted when standing, hands raised high, during praise and worship every Sunday. You run with your children in the backyard for a hot minute before your body forces you to sit. You’re just plain tired. Always tired.

I see you. He knows you.

You’re in constant pain. Your hands throb, your fingers barely able to unfurl. When walking down the stairs, you cry from the pain surging through your joints. It’s unbearable and unfair and you cry out to God asking when, oh when, will healing come to you? Every day you face pain that healthy people will never know. Every day you get up and live with the pain.

I see you. He knows you.

You’re all cried out. You’re over it, done crying. You’re so depressed you have nothing left inside. You feel like a hollow shell of who you used to be. You don’t even know yourself anymore. You don’t even like yourself anymore. You’re so alone. At least you feel that way. You are barely holding onto life. You just want to be happy again but happy is such a distant memory you don’t really know if you remember what happy feels like anymore.

I see you. He knows you.

You’ve missed another school event. Your daughter is used to it by now. She knows you’ll be too sick to come. And every time you miss something important to her, your heart breaks a little bit more. Swim meets, and track meets, and baseball games, and dance practice, and musicals… you’ve been missing them all because you’re too sick to walk, too weak to stand. You’re fighting for your life and in the process of the fight you’re missing out on life and it hurts. It just plain hurts.

I see you. He knows you.

You’re sitting in your usual chair at the hospital receiving your cancer treatments again. You’re scared. You’re tired. You’re in pain. You’re losing your hair, losing weight, and praying hard that you aren’t losing your life. Every treatment you hold your breath. Every test you pray. And every year you’re alive you give thanks.

I see you. He knows you.

I pray for you, sweet one. I pray for the healing of your body and the healing of your heart. And I pray you know you’re not alone in this life. You’re not alone in your pain. God loves you, Jesus cares, and so do I. Be healed and be made whole in Jesus mighty name. Amen.

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