This is a testimony for today I need to share…
I have been dealing with a illness for almost 5 years with it becoming a more chronic issue. So chronic that I have to get transfusions in order to stay stable. I have been in and out of the hospital and haven’t been able to work. I honestly find myself crying because I’m frustrated because I’m controlling it the best way I can. I’m blessed to have my mom
to give me a hug or a kiss and tell me to trust in God that’ll get better, because one day to us is a thousand to him. Today I had a very bad episode and I am in ICU. I cried because I’m scared of the transfusions because it feels like I can possibly die if given. My mom cried with me rubbed my hand and told me not to cry, it’ll be okay you’ll get better. In my head as I cried I told God how scared I was because if I didn’t make a choice it could be the wrong choice, but I didn’t want to deal with the reaction that normally happens. I was medicated and then the infusion started, as I was asleep I felt a soft touch on top of my hand and it felt as though someone was standing on the side of my bed. When the infusion was done I had no reaction or anything, it was successful. I told my mom about the hand I felt and it wasn’t her. God had heard my cry and seen that I was in need of comfort and came. I’m grateful for God coming to see about his child because it hasn’t been easy, but that gave me more encouragement to not give up.