thirty minutes ago, in walked one of my heros. he was wearing a hospital bracelet with his name on it.
and after pricking his finger, giving himself a shot, and trying to decide what he could eat that wouldn't put him in the situation of getting another shot, he was on the phone talking to his friend.
and i sat there on the stairs and listened to him.
his monotone voice stated matter of factly, "i have to prick my finger a minimum of six times a day, and give myself an insulin shot a minimum of five times a day."
and my heart just broke a little more.
because i think maybe he's just accepted the fact that he "has diabetes".
which i am adamant against accepting.
because i think everytime i tell someone about him having diabetes, i believe a little bit more that he can't be healed.
i believe he can be healed, but i think the weight of everything is trying to weaken my faith. the enemy and the pounds of his lies are trying to tell me that everything is lining up right for the diagnosis.
but my faith can overcome. and overcome it will.
he may have diabetes, but it can be healed.
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