Unexpected. Unplanned. Unforeseen.

Hello to all of my followers!
All I can say is 2 (ish) months is way too long to not post! But I really honestly couldn’t, not with everything when it was happening. So let me start by backtracking all the way up to about 2 days before Halloween…
By this point we were given Halloween as my hospital admission day. Even though we’d started my bowel prep at home, the decision was made to admit me to the hospital ended up being 1 whole day early, because Dr. Kurzrock wanted my ins/outs monitored. The reason, as we would learn later, was that the goal was to induce diarrhea… Worst 24 hours of my life… or so I thought. Little did I know there was even more “worst day of my life” moments to come… And so just 12 hours before surgery I achieved my goal bowel prep torture ending. “Thank God!” I thought. I had achieved the goal with the doctor wanted given my history.
So I was happily sent to bed with complete and total renewed hope that my life would be better changed forever on at 10 o’clock a.m. November 2nd 2016. Because by this point I had no reason to believe that my outcome would be any different from my good friend who and had it done five years before me. Everybody lay down as happy as could be. Nobody got any sleep that night. Besides maybe my roommate.
Urgently at 4 am I called my sister Savannah (my twin). She an our auntie made provisions for the others and our baby brother and then began the journey to be with me that morning. They walked in just before the prep team came to get me and exactly 8:30 that morning. As I was being wheeled to surgical prep the entire floor of nurses had a grin a mile wide on their faces, because by now the rare surgery had become popular topic among the nurses on the floor….

Because normally a person my age does not know about nor goes in for this kind of surgery… And they turned the corner off the floor with me as I hear from about 10 mouths “Good luck!” Mid way to pre-op we catch up with Dr Kurzrock (aka “Red-headed Crazy Man”). His very words, “Hey sweetheart. “Are you ready?” Shaking my head, i said, “Yes. But last night was absolute torture I did not sleep.”
Finally we make it to the “Children’s Surgery” pre-op ward. And whereas the average person might think that my nerves were put at ease by the decorative walls…Wrong! All I could think was, “Game on!” And “Savannah & Auntie please don’t go Anywhere!” Even though I was transported in hospital bed that I’ve been in for at least 36 hours of this point I could not find a comfortable position to save my life. It wasn’t until my sister had asked a nurse if we could watch a DVD or play a board game or something that I was finally calming down… Because the movie Savannah picked was a child favorite to both of us. She picked “Remember the Titans”. But still my nerves were unsettled. The pre-op nurse said my surgery was to begin by 11 a.m. and that we would have to hang in there for about an hour in this little curtained off cubicle. Besides the movie that is what I remember of the entire hour we had to patiently wait for me to go back into surgery. The only other words I remember Dr. K saying before taking me back, was “If there’s a problem with her appendix I will just close her up.”
By this point my mom and dad were also by my side. The doctor said his piece, I signed papers, my mom, sister, auntie & dad prayed over me & for God to work through Dr. Kurzrock. And I was wheeled to the O.R. Finally, by the grace of God my nerves were put at ease. How I know this is true is, with my last surgery which was Orthopedic in nature, I could remember exactly how long it took me to be knocked out with the sleeping gas… but this time I have no memory of even that…
I knew I was in the more than capable hands of the best person in the state to do what I was asking him to do. But ultimately I knew that I was in the comforting Everlasting Arms of my Saviour and Father in Heaven Jesus Christ. And with that knowledge, I was much more than a little comforted laying to be operated on.
After several hours of surgery, I woke up to a team of several people transferring from the operating table back to a hospital gurney. All I remember from there is asking if my catheter had been placed and requesting to be in the immediate eyesight of my sister and my aunt. Reassured by the people transferring me that yes I had “a catheter” placed, we wheeled me from the O.R. to recovery. Unaware of what I was about here I was happy to hear that a catheter been placed. Once in recovery, my aunt and my sister were there both the smiles on their faces and on either side of the bed. I immediately saw a balloon that said “God is good all the time.” Confused by the happily relieved but concerned look on my sister’s face. I eagerly (but still groggy) I asked her,”Was surgery successful?” The million questions in my head came to a screeching halt, when she answered. “No. It didn’t work.” They tried everything but the procedure was unsuccessful. He even came out to us all surgery to get permission to try & use one of your fallopian tubes as the canal because your appendix was flipped on its head, losing blood flow and was dying.” …Not to mention he was concerned because my appendix was higher in my body then it was supposed to be. She continued, “we gave them permission to try and use your fallopian tube. He tried and tried to thread a catheter through it he even tried an infant or a preemie catheter, but it just would not go through no matter what he did. Your tube was beginning to close on one side. I’m sorry Sammers no matter what he tried… and he did try… the surgery failed. But the good news is he removed your failing appendix, and the closed ended fallopian tube.”
Hearing all this I couldn’t believe my ears. Something I had researched for over 10 years and done my research on doctors in state and out of state, all the countless amount of paperwork, and reading research I did went down the tubes. With what felt like one swift kick to the heart, my life changed, but not in the way I had hoped & dreamt it would. Beside the question of, “what do we do now?” my first, and most important question was, am I infertile?” Because as young lady in my early 20’s… the one thing I’ve always wanted besides my independence is to be a mom. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mother. I was always the one playing with baby dolls & insistent on getting real baby clothes to fit 20+ inch baby dolls. I would get outfits in the real baby section at Walmart complete with little socks and hair bows that matched the outfits. I even took a doll everywhere with me from family get-togethers to the hospital for every stay I had. And the wardrobe had more baby doll clothes in it then I brought with me to wear in the hospital. Because I was obsessed with playing doll dress-up on my down time in the hospital as a kid…. so in that moment silently I was worried about my dreams of becoming a mother being squashed forever…until thankfully the words, “Oh yes honey, you will still be able to have children.” Auntie said immediately when I asked about my fertility. But still, in the next breath I was heartbroken. Because I was unsure where to go from here. I always thought, that this would be my only catheterization option. I never knew of this option I always thought that catheterization for me would be a hopeless dream of someday achieving complete and total Independence in the area of using the restroom. But when the option of mitrofanoff presented itself onto the table of options, quite honestly I think my whole family breathed a sigh of relief. Because just the option meant the door was open for a less confusing less frustrating process of learning to catheterize myself. But when the surgery failed, I know my whole family was disheartened. But staying ever positive & filled with optimism, Auntie said, “Baby this is not the end of the road. When you get better we’re going to continue this journey. ” “So we’re back to square one…” I said. “No, we just need to rethink this path & make a plan. We’re gonna start by looking to God for His guidance & we’re going to pray.”

So at around 5pm they took me back to my room in the surgical intensive care unit or ‘SICU’. Honestly, I don’t remember much more than that initial from surgery day. The next few days after my failed mitrofanoff procedure, they were filled with me trying to climb uphill from what became a very complex appendectomy. Internists and interns had gone from being very interested in my case because of its rarity, to falling away.

But slowly, I pulled myself together & about one week later on Thursday I had gotten well enough to be discharged from the hospital. And aside from being told I contracted C-DIFF a common hospital-borne virus, whose bacteria is normally occurring in in the intestine as it is, I was ecstatic to be released from the hospital. In fact we were told that I was a carrier for the virus but not to worry about it. But we would stay in the city another 2 days just to be on the safe side. Two days later and I would slowly come out of the hospital aches and pains. This meant we were finally able to make the journey home after nearly two weeks away from the family. I was only home one week until everything flipped on its head. As I sit here typing, I am really struck by the struggle it’s been to retell this part of this past leg of my journey. It was certainly far from easy. I never imagined I would go through something quite so dramatic. Something that would take me on a roller coaster ride. One that would time and time again make me wonder if I would lose my life.

Everything started to go downhill days before Thanksgiving. Two days before Thanksgiving, I began to complain frequently of pain near my incision site. We knew I’d still be quite sore from the surgery that had just been done. And so nobody was really alarmed by the ongoing complaint of pain. That was until very late Thanksgiving night.

This is where the story takes a very hard time for me. This is also where I realized very early on my story takes a turn it’s similar to a scene from the movie Miracles From Heaven. Late Thanksgiving night after being laid down for bed, my stomach pain increased and I could not get comfortable to save my life. I had a fever that begin to rise and break rise and break at will. When it would rise I would sweat until the fever would break and then i would shake. As the night went on, my skin got paler & more clammy. Around 3 a.m. my stomach pain got unbearably worse. I thought over and over I would have diarrhea but I couldn’t go. That was until about 3 hours later around 6 a.m. when I could not be removed from the toilet because I could not stop going. In the midst of this I was losing consciousness and muscle tone will still lose that I was not able to even hold my head up. By 10 a.m. things were taking an even deeper turn for the worst. 10 a.m. my mom tried once again to medicate me with normal everyday pain medication. Of which I immediately threw up all over my bed. But unlike the rest of the night prior, this throw up was dark mud black in color. By 11:30 a.m. my dad and I were well on our way to or local ER. I barely remember the trip to the ER. Because the whole ride there I was going in and out of consciousness. There are very few things I remember my initial day in the ER, but the things I do remember or very big and significant moments from that night. The first thing I remember is being so dehydrated they couldn’t find a vein to stick an IV. But that would remain true throughout both up my hospital stays from the last weeks of November through January 1st. No matter how hydrated I would become they would have difficulty finding of a no matter what. The next thing I remember from that initial ER trip, is all of my test coming back positive for a very active C-DIFF infection and a very significant sepsis infection. The C-DIFF had gotten so bad, it had engulfed my entire colon, to the point where the hospital staff wanted to immediately remove my colon. To that, we very quickly exclaimed that no one had permission to remove my colon. By this point, Savannah had made her way to the hospital to be by side & be a stronger advocate while I found myself in a place and bodly state where I couldn’t be an advocate for myself. This was another one of those places in life where I did not have to say a word and she was right there to realize how badly I needed her support. After hearing everything I had been diagnosed with since minute one of being in the emergency room, Savannah immediately called her husband Robert, my brother-in-law. Because I had been asking for him all afternoon he left from work immediately and made his way to us in the hospital. after being caught up to speed himself, Robert and Savannah both decided they would say it by my side no matter what because with every person that came to run a test or give an update my situation look even more precarious by the minute. I would throw up all over my sister one more time before the doctors and nurses who were swing by my little cubicle would tell her that I was profusely throwing up blood because of the sepsis infection. That would also explain the back to back and random over and over blood test results and multiple viles. They were consistently every hour checking my blood count results. Surprisingly, despite the sepsis infection, my blood counts were within normal limits. With our denial of the colon removal surgery, they began slamming my system right then and there in the ER with antibiotics and antifungals an antivirals. The reason for this was because the ER that night was very busy and it would take 12 hours to get a bed in the Intensive Care Unit. Just before my admittance to the Intensive Care Unit Savannah and Robert would make their journey home for the night. So it was once again just my dad and myself braving the hospital together. It would come to be known that I was one of the sickest patients on the unit that night and through the majority of my ICU stay. Not only would I be one of the sickest only unit almost the entire month of the stay, my case would become one of the most challenging and complex on the unit.. During that time my needs would run the gamut. From constant heart monitoring to nasal gastric tube feeding. I would also have to endure 7 more surgeries during my hospital ICU stay. This would bring my simple 5 surgeries total in life up to a whopping 12 surgeries total in my lifetime to date. From my day of admittance to the hospital to my day of discharge was wondering if short of a month. I would go to the hospital on November 25th 2016 and released on December 24th 2016. And then again from about December 27, 2016 through January 1st 2017…I had another hospital stay. But that one was for pain associated with surgeries that you just had. This time had nowhere near the complexity of the first or the second hospital stay.

It was definitely a wild ride. And I don’t know yet why God had me go through something so dramatic, or even why He chose this time in my life to give me such a trial of life at this age. I may never know. But I do know one thing, I will find the blessings brought on by this trial and true test of my will to live, one day in tenfold. For I know He did not set me on this journey or give me this particular life for no reason at all. I know I was given this life for a purpose. And my challenges have a purpose as well. Now I’m even stronger and my faith and trust in the Lord Jesus Christ to pull me through anything. Because I know, more than once I was questioning during that time in the ICU, whether I would live or die. Since then I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face and a grateful heart. Simply because I am grateful to be alive, doing well now, and healthy. I will never again take for granted the health that I do have, for everyday is not promised.

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It’s All Uphill From Here! :) (Recapping my Pre-op Visit)

Hey Wonderful Followers & Readers!
     Well my pre-op visit with my NP went great! As with last time it was a long exhausting day. That had us going to appointments in almost every department of the hospital. I felt like I was the center of an medical circus. lol. 🙂 Thankfully my boyfriend was there to help keep me calm through all the testing I did that day. The only thing left is my appendix,  renal system & abdominal cavity ultrasound scans, which can be done here in my hometown. This means I don’t have to go out of town headed towards my hospital til either the morning of surgery (very early) or my family has the option to room us at the hospital’s Ronald McDonald House a few nights before surgery. Whatever the case, after those scans, all tests will be in and filed just in time for surgery day. Oh, which reminds me…it isn’t the 4th y’all. The printout I have named the wrong date of my surgery. The surgery is scheduled for Wednesday, Nov. 2, 2016. Not for Friday, Nov. 4, 2016.
     As me now, well meds & body preparation has begun. I cannot take any of my  anti-inflammatory meds or my vitamin D compound pill til post-op. Because, all of these have blood thinners in them. Also the Mitrofanoff Procedure requires that my family aids me with what they call a “bowel prep”. I promise I won’t go into too much details. But they want a “bowel prep” to sterilize your lower intestine. If a patient doesn’t have an appendix or for some other reason the appendix cannot be used as the catheter canal then a surgeon uses the patient’s lower intestine, (the bowel). So I have to do mine 5 days before surgery. And while minor, compared to the discomfort of my recovery, this part is guaranteed to be no fun… 😦 But I know I will get through it. And the thing that pushes me forward with this venture is the knowledge that  it’ll all be worth it when all’s said and done. 🙂
    Now, you may be wondering why is that I have been such an open book when posting about my upcoming surgery…Well in a nutshell here’s why. Up until attending my local junior college in fall 2012, I had always had an instruction aid to assist me with my needs, so I always had someone there to go to when I needed help with bathrooming no problem. But that accommodation dropped off as soon as I graduated high school. And so my sister & her (now) husband, whole-heartedly sacrificed a lot during that time to try and make sure I had all my care needs met, while also making sure I could be successful in school. But meet my needs and helping me to succeed began to derail their own educational path. So I eventually worked it out where I dropped everything except my 1 unit of PE. So I’d use the restroom before leaving home. And be back home before I needed to pee again. This was less than ideal as well. Because wasn’t making any progress towards my educational goals. I certainly wasn’t making any progress towards my huge career dreams.
    Therefore with lots of prayer, family discussions, & family support, the decision was made that I’d take medical leave from school until we were able to find a solution that was safe for me and I could be toileting  independently no matter where I was. So I hit my knees praying for an answer. Pleading with Him to have me be lead right to it.

I Have a New Pre-op & Surgery Date + Updates!

Hey Guys.

     So, it’s almost a whole month since I posted. I know. But trust me the blog is still very current, alive & doing very well.:) Thank you to my newest reader(s) all the way in France! And welcome to the Conquering CP family of readers worldwide! I am thrilled you joined our group of faithful readers. To all my readers, 2 things, first thank you for all your page views! 🙂 From the bottom of my heart THANK YOU ALL! From near and & far, you all keep me wanting to continue posting and telling my stories and getting my messages of  hope & encouragement out there. So thank you, it means a lot.
     Second, everybody may notice that on the page there’s a new tab at the top, where the “Home” and “My Story” tabs are. The new tab reads: “What is the Mitrofanoff Procedure?” In that writing, I tell what the procedure I will soon undergo is. I do so in about 4 brief paragraphs. Then, I posted the link to a informative article on the procedure. This is just 1 article I used when researching the MP beginning 7/8 years ago. My hope in posting this new page to the blog was to give renewed hope to families similar to mine, where their loved one is desperate to be independent when needing restroom help. But the family has tried every other possible option to mitigate this challenge. Now, some things to keep in mind, we turned to the “MP” after trying everything else. My family even discovered years ago that I would not be able cath normally. Also, we didn’t reach this option easily or taking it lightly. Because I CAN use the restroom normally. I did not use a cath as a child at all. It actually wasn’t until my ability level changed years ago, that my family even began to consider the use of a catheter for me.
     Anyway, as you can imagine, because I have not posted in a month there are quite a few things to catch y’all up on. First, directly after my last post, I celebrated my boyfriend’s birthday with him at a local pumpkin farm. We had a blast! And considering he’d never been, that made it extra special for me.:)
      So directly after that September was over & October started. Life is going forward as of now. But, before long life as I know it now, will change forever…and more than one way. All I’m excited for. By the same token though, there is a fear of the unknown and likewise the unfamiliar. On October 19th, my new life of gaining an independent & self-sufficient life begins. It’ll be a long day of tests, scans and needle pokes…etc. Because October 19th is Clinic Pre-Op day for my Mitrofanoff surgery.. They have to do it 2 weeks before the “MP” because they send you home on a course of antibiotics that be administered before the surgery to make your bladder & urine sterile. This is most critical must do at home before surgery! Without those on board the “MP” cannot be performed. And November 4, 2016 I have to wake up very early. To get to the hospital for my 10 hr.surgery. 🙂 I couldn’t more excited for that day. Because it’s to me living my life independently.
     The only thing I can ask of you all is that you pray for this surgery to go off without a hitch. Pray please that I no longer allow my nerves to get the best of me. Pray please for my parents’ nerves both for now and on surgery day itself. Pray my siblings, that their minds are at ease the day of surgery, if you would.
And lastly, Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers daily, as this leg of my journey takes flight.
Thank you all and God Bless! Before I go, I just wanna say, in the coming weeks I will face some difficult times. So, if don’t update…just remember. I will as soon as I have free moment & able to I will tell you all about it. Just hang in there with me.
I love you all. ❤ Goodnight.
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I am learning how to Truly & Successfully give God my everything

 1. I Am Trusting In God’s Perfect Timing & Outcomes

Learning how to truly and successfully lean on God with our everything can be a struggle right at first. It is just in human nature to try and make suggestions to God, or tell Him how something is or isn’t going to work & work in our favor most often. We fail to realize that we are powerless to predict the outcome of any life scenario. And that it is all in the more then capable hands of our BIG God. Instead we treat life as if it is one big probability equation. Where every outcome is predictable. Remember to trust God. The outcome is fitting to our needs. Even if it’s not what we thought we needed or what we wanted. God’s has the wheel. And His timing is always perfect!

2. I Am Learning Patience & Self Control

The subject of control & the want for more is one thing I struggle with daily. Not for the reasons the average person would say that. But because there is little you have control over when you are disabled and dependent on others to do for you. This is one of the those times and things I pray about often. I have found that I have to because I am often down on myself. I am also learning that listening for God’s response(s) to prayers is an an important part of truly and successfully leaning on Him. He does hear us but we don’t always hear Him back, or we choose to ignore Him. And He continues to teach me patience and self control in His own patient fashion.

3. Learning Acceptance & Listening to/for Him

This is among many things that strengthen my ever-growing acceptance of my disability. Just because a person has lived with a disability for a long time or since birth, this doesn’t mean they popped out of the womb accepting it. Especially if like in my case, all my siblings are able to walk and I am unable to.There are still days that my depression takes hold and I  have that feeling of ‘it’s not fair’. At times like that God always seems to come ‘on the line’ so to speak… He always says the same thing… “You are mine, my sweet girl. I designed you to be who are, exactly where you are. You are my girl.” Hearing that from my Eternal Father is a great feeling. 🙂

4. I Pray A lot!

I find the more I pray the more I am willing to be open with God. Open especially with things that have brought me a lot of heartache through the years. But also with the things that have brought me abundant joy as well. Remember that God desires a relationship with us. So why not be open with Him?

God Is good all the time! :)

“Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for him to act.”
Psalm 37:7 NLT
You know, I wonder sometimes if God hears my prayers. And then I wake up to a morning filled of blessing and no longer wonder if because it’s obvious He’s hard at work in my life and lives of my family members. This morning I checked my blog and was blown away because the page views rose by 7 overnight! 🙂 To same this may seem small, by to me that’s no small feat. Then, I checked audience stats. I was amazed to find that my blog has gone from the US to the Ukraine! It’s on it’s way to going world-wide. 🙂 For this I couldn’t be happier! So, that definately was an achieved blessing to me. Especially because all I continue to do is share my heart and stories with this world. http://youtu.be/u1JBSQMkQEo This is the link to Kuttless’ “What Faith Can Do” I think this song speaks to a very important message, that when we lean on Christ, things happen. 🙂

I know one one thing’s for sure, God knows exactly what we need and gives it to us in His own timing. And no matter how overwhelmed we feel, He never gives us more then we can handle.

Give it to God

The truth is I have no real “motivation speech” or story here. I can only speak from a thought. The way I deal with fear is I worry about it. See, I told you, I suck at this subject. You should never worry. But instead pray that whatever it is will not be so worrisome. Believe me, I do that, but then I continue to let it nag at me. I don’t give Him my fears and I should. As the Bible says in Matthew 6:34;
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. I love this verse because it is as if God plastered my name all over it and says , “see I told you, no more worrying” Now I see why my aunt sounds like a broken record saying,”Give it to God.” on a daily basis. She’s right! 🙂 Thanks Auntie! I love you more than you know! 🙂

Moments of overwhelming faith :)

I cannot begin to count the number of times I’ve been blessed in this life…But this I can say, that I’ve experienced a thousand miraculous moments as a result of those blessings. One of those miracle moments was what I call my “walking the bridge” moment. Because that’s exactly what I did…well, sort of. If you count independently walking across a kid’s (low to the ground) 2-foot toy bridge, in church no less.
Anyway, it was and always will be a big accomplishment for me! I was a freshmen in high school at the time, attending an ordinary Wednesday night youth group, (or so I thought). I don’t remember the lesson that night, but, I do remember Todd (my pastor at the time) saying something along the line of needing God that night. That if any of us needed Him that night to say a pray and then walk across this bridge. As if walking right into His arms. Little did I know that I would be compelled to participate in this exercise too. So, I went to Todd and said,” I wanna walk across the bridge.”  And (of course) he looks at me with an unsure face and says, “sweetie, are you sure?” “I mean if you fall….” (I stop him) “I can do this, Todd. I’m sure.” So, on we go across the room and once again he says, “you’re sure, you could back out now if you’re not.” (quietly) I say “yes sir, I am.” As I take a moment, to pray for guidance of my feet and that strength, Todd asks for my sisters to help stand me up. And then I say “let’s do this.” I am certain an angel had their arm around me the whole way. telling me softly, (above all those of my helpers) “keep going, follow me, all the way to Todd.” So, to Todd I walked, following the sweet voice, all the way to Todd, until finally I made it across, WITHOUT falling!
Once in the arms of Todd, I went limp at the knees, bawling because I had made my goal. Then I leaned my head to his chest, (still bawling),  and kept repeating “oh God, I did it. I actually made it.”  When I had a moment to look at his face, Todd too was crying and said “yes, you did baby girl. yes you did.” After I was calmed down, my sisters got me back to my chair and the night’s Bible lesson could continue.
I can’t really explain to you how that moment felt. Except to to say it must be how a baby feels taking their first steps. Those which are moments of overwhelming Joy. Except in my case they were moments of overwhelming faith in God. The Bible verse that would best sum up this story is Mark 9:23 which says this:”‘If you can’?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for one who believes.” The reason why is  that exprience showed me that if we place our faith in Jesus, He can make anything happen. 🙂
God Bless!

Like a rainbow after a rainstorm, there’s always hope

On the bus home today, after the other people were dropped off, the driver pointed out a rainbow peeking just over the clouds. I thought to myself, “what a beautiful promise of hope He has given us,” as the Bible tells us in Genesis 9:15-16, “I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life. 16 Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.” I just thought I’d share my thought from this afternoon and a little more of His word. 🙂
Anyways, sometimes it’s hard remain hopeful. Isn’t it? Especially with the fear of the unknown. Believe me, there’s plenty that causes that fear of the unknown. For me personally, the question that causes the most anxiety, “when are my doctors gonna repair my bad hip?” But when I start to worry, that’s when I lean on Jesus and give my worries to Him. So, when the fear of the unknown is creating  a rainstorm in your life, look forward to the rainbow. Because there’s always hope.

"You’re gonna do great things"

Today, I’ve been chilling out listening to music, as I do often and came across one of my very favorite songs. “The words I would say” by Sidewalk Prophets. There’s a lyric in there that jumped out at me and I find it so fitting in my life. It says this: “…God’s got His hand on you. So, don’t live life in fear…” The reason I was so compelled to share this with you all is because it is so true. And I would encourage  all who read this blog, not to live their lives in fear, but instead with hope. Because, He does have His hand upon us even in our weakest moments in time. What I consider most importantly in each day is exactly this, that He has a plan for my life…for all of our lives, just as He tells us in Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD. Plans o prosper you, not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.”
Also, in your weakest and even the most trying moments that life brings, I would encourage each of you to remember this, Philippians 4:13 “I can do all things in HIM who gives me strength.” This verse has been especially helpful and meaningful to me in my difficult and trying days. ( Especially when I am in pain.) If you are having one of those days (or weeks) I hope these verses help you though it as well.
God Bless.