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Day Thirty
Oh God, why did I leave him? I told him I wouldn’t leave him! . . .Why did this have to happen when I stepped away? Continue reading
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Day Twenty Nine
It’s there, is just dormant; you have to talk about the fact that it’s really you thats sick, not someone else. Everyday I set aside time to wrestle with God about the fact that I have cancer. Continue reading
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Day Twenty Eight
We know the odds are against us, but still…we’re praying for a miracle. Continue reading
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Day Twenty Seven
There are nights that I go to bed hoping not to wake up, and when I do, I pray to God that he will forgive me for my sin. Continue reading
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Day Twenty Six
Thank you for letting me tell those stories; I needed to be reminded of God’s presence in my life, and they are such a good way to remember. Continue reading
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Day Twenty Five
I don’t want to die a drunk. God is gracious, but, hell, I don’t want to die as a damn drunk. Continue reading
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Day Twenty Four
It’s a miracle; I mean I feel bad for the 50% who don’t survive, but the fact that I’m free is something I give thanks to God’s grace for. . .God’s grace and mercy. Continue reading
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Day Twenty Three
. . .please, God. . .ease her suffering, come and take her. . .please. . . Continue reading
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Day Twenty Two
I just feel so ashamed, so, so ashamed. . .lower than a snake’s belly because my faith is wavering and I don’t know what to do. Continue reading
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Day Twenty One
We’re doing fine; just trying to keep faith. . .which, honestly. . . It’s just. . .it’s just really hard. Continue reading




