For the past two weeks I've been recovering under the watchful eyes of my grandparents. Not having much of appetite, and not being able to drive I've been content with staying in their house. I knew sooner or later I would have to break my comfortable bubble and return to my house. I've been scared and concerned about my willingness to stick with the plan. Before the surgery, I just knew that I would be able to do it. Well, thinking it and doing it, is two different things.
On Saturday, I left my grandparents house to begin the journey on my own. Before I reached my home, my will was tested. On my block alone, I have to pass at least 5 fast food restaurants. Restaurants that I would frequently visit, sometimes daily. As I entered my stuffy home, I was overcome with emotion. How would I do this with no one watching??? How would I succeed all on my own??? Could I really do it????
As I began unpacking, I remembered something I'd heard in church a while ago. I remembered that God never leaves me. So in that moment of despair, I was filled with such hope. To know that even when I feel so alone, God fills that space with comfort. I've told you before that I thank God for all the support I've been given from my family and friends. It gives me strength, encouragement.
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I am a firm believer that God will never leave you. I know you can and will do this. Ashley, you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.
Just wanted to send some encouragement your way.
Love ya,
Tab
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