👀 There’s something I’ve come to realize on this journey: I can love Jesus with all my heart… and still have moments where I’m just done.

Done with the pain.
Done with the fatigue.
Done with dragging around an oxygen line like it’s an accessory I never asked for.

✝️ I am a Christian—but I am also human.
And being human means I feel. Deeply. Sometimes too deeply.

There are days when I sit in the quiet, heavy with pity. I wonder, Does God hear me? Do I not have enough faith to be healed? How do I keep going?

I let myself feel the weight of those questions—not to dwell, but to be honest. Because bottling it up doesn’t help—it just builds.
And I’ve learned that healing begins with honesty.

On the hard days, I start by shifting my perspective. I gently remind myself: Someone out there is fighting too—and maybe they’d give anything to have the kind of day I’m having. Not to minimize my struggle, but to refocus my heart. Gratitude doesn’t erase pain, but it reframes it.

🙌🏽 Then I go to my source of strength—worship. I press play on the songs that speak life, even when I feel dry. Songs that remind me of God’s goodness, even when my body aches. There’s something powerful about praising God in the middle of the storm. I may start the worship session in tears, but I often end it with peace.

😂 And sometimes? Sometimes I just have to laugh.
Like the other day, I told my husband I know what I want to wear for a Halloween costume.
I told him, “I want to get a desert suit from the movie Dune because I already have the nose piece; all I have to do is paint it black.”
We laughed until we cried. And there I had it—another moment for joy, right in the middle of the mess.

Because here’s the truth: joy and grief can live in the same house. Faith and frustration can occupy the same space. Worship and weariness can walk hand in hand.

I don’t always feel strong.
But when I choose to worship, even when I’m weak, I find strength I didn’t know I had.

With grace,
Stacy

📌 A Thought for You

Maybe you’ve been hard on yourself for having moments of doubt or frustration. Maybe you’ve convinced yourself that being strong means never breaking down. But I want you to know—it’s okay to feel the weight of your circumstance. It’s okay to cry, to question, to wrestle. That doesn’t make you faithless. That makes you human.

And here’s the good news: God meets us in our humanness. He’s not looking for performance—He’s looking for presence. Come to Him as you are, even if your heart is heavy and your prayers are messy. He will not turn you away.

🙏🏽 A Prayer for the Weary Heart

Dear God,

You see me—even when I’m overwhelmed. Even when I don’t have the words to say. Even when all I can do is sigh in exhaustion.

Thank You for not turning away from my questions, my doubt, or my tears. Thank You for being a God who draws near when I feel weak and worn out.

Please lift this heavy heart of mine. Trade my pity for praise. Let worship rise from these weary bones. Fill the quiet with Your peace, and remind me that I am not alone.

Give me grace when I can’t carry the weight of this diagnosis. Give me joy that breaks through the sadness. Help me laugh again, hope again, and believe again.

You are my strength—even when I don’t feel strong.
You are my joy—even in the sorrow.
You are my God—and I trust You to carry me through.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

👀 Sneak Peek from Chapter 4: Strength in Weakness

📖 “He gives strength to the faint and strengthens the powerless. Youths may become faint and weary, and young men stumble and fall, but those who trust in the LORD will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not become weary, they will walk and not faint.” — Isaiah 40:29–31 (CSB)

“Each day, I had to figure out how to maneuver life differently. I began asking new questions like: Is there a shorter route? Can I do this seated? Can someone help me with this? It was humbling. Frustrating. Exhausting.
And yet, hidden in those moments of forced stillness and slower rhythms, God began to teach me something I didn’t know I needed: grace.”