The inner workings of my heart and brain are mighty strange. My entire body actually…..it kind of floats to its own drummer. When I was a baby my neurosurgeon called me a tough case. Makes sense. 🤷🏼♀️ But somehow Boggs (with the help of the big guy upstairs) made this shunt work and its continued to keep chugging along. Perhaps it always will. I can remember when he did my college physical before I left for South Bend if I think hard enough. When life turned upside down for me in the Fall, I couldn’t have imagined I’d end up living in Florida. I’d accepted a life of making do. Quietly living my faith, having weird interactions with folks asking me about Catholicism (or telling me how wrong and backwards it is), never having a life with purpose, and never having healthcare. But, God is weird, and He kept me alive through the Sacraments and a sheer force of will on my part. Two anointings of the sick, a month of various types of therapies, daily Mass, prayers of others lifted up, and relearning everything I’ve ever known bit by bit each day later I’m improving. Life and God are weird. Wonderful to be sure…but mighty weird. I’m so glad I’m loved by Him. ❤️
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