Proof The Bible Is True

I didn’t know what to write. I sat at my computer on the verge of tears. My hands hovered over the keyboard, throbbing in pain. My diary was a happy place, a file I opened up only to type in cheerful thoughts and small miracles I’d witnessed – but I didn’t have any of those now.

 

I had a migraine and my fibromyalgia was acting up. The pain was so bad I hadn’t been able to eat more than a few bites of breakfast before I felt nauseous. Days like this, there just wasn’t much I could do, the aches were so paralyzing. Even combing Bebe, my little shih-tzu, hadn’t made me feel any better. That’s when I was overcome with the sudden urge to write.

 

Why? What could possibly be joyful or miraculous about today?

 

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