One of the things that helps me to stay sane with a chronic illness is to see it as a blessing and not a curse. Yes, I would run as far away from it as possible if I could, but I do believe in God and I do believe all things are for a reason. I believe that we are here to learn and to become something, and not just here to have a good time.
I was reading a book about a woman's experience working in hospice. In it, a Jewish woman who was dying of cancer said that we didn't receive all the blessings that were being poured out on us every day because we simply didn't see them. And that made me stop and think...could this illness be a blessing?
I was given a blessing many years ago at the church I go to in which I was told 'many hidden blessings would be poured out on my head.' I have pondered that for many years and came to understand that they were hidden because initially, I would not see them as blessings but as curses. I would not think God loved me but the opposite; that somehow I was so bad He was punishing me.
How can constant pain and exhaustion, and the loss of just about everything that we consider good in life, be a blessing? It is a blessing because it has changed me for the good in so many ways. We can be made bitter by our experiences and stay there, or we can finally let go and trust God and that He does love us, and be made more compassionate and giving towards others.
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