My week has been a little slow. The first part of my week I was still feeling pretty sick, but I am starting to recover. This week I discovered that the miracle of healing isn't always an easy process. I prayed to be healed, and while I was not completely healed, I was strengthened. While recovering and going back to missionary work, I had terrible headaches, I struggled to keep food down, and my entire body ached, but I tried everyday to do all that I could and I put my trust in the Lord for the rest. I'm still not completely healed, but I am getting stronger each day. The headaches are gone and I can stay awake all day without much problem and while my stomach always aches painfully in the morning, I can now eat. Healing isn't always an immediate thing, but God can strengthen us through our trials and give us what we need to continue on strong. I won't lie, it was really hard and painful the first few days, but now I feel strength beyond my own holding me up and supporting me when I feel to weak to strong. I know I am not alone in this, I know I am being watched over and provided, and I know that as we have faith in God and do all that we can, He will always provide the rest of maybe not what we want, but what we need.
Well, I did it again. I planned my P Day poorly when considering when I should write my weekly. I honestly ended up spending about two hours of it talking to my mom, and three or four hours of it talking to my Dorkette (Miriam) but I can't regret spending time with my wonderful family. They help strengthen me when I struggle and keep my life in perspective. I am so grateful to them.
I am grateful everyday that I chose to serve a mission at such a time as this!
