When I was a freshman in high school, my sister was in the hospital. Helping care for her felt like second nature as I stayed at her bedside to comfort her. It was then that I fell in love with nursing. This turned out to be the right path.
If grief was the price of love, how could I even contemplate being happy? I had resolved that I would never truly be happy again. Strangely, I was okay with living that way for the rest of my life. After all, I had joy. But God had a different plan.
How many times does God say Yes and I don’t even see it? He is constantly working and I just take it for granted. What if I took the time to really consider how many times God says Yes in a day? What would that look like?
