The Hallowed Grasp

Before I go any further in this blog, you need to understand that I love this disease.  Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis is one of the most cherished and prized gifts a loving Heavenly Father has ever undeservingly bestowed upon me.  This disease alone has brought more growth, refinement, peace, conversion, submission and joy unlike any experience I have had in my 38 years of life.  I love ALS.  I love everything about the disease.  I love the struggle, I love the unknown, I love the worry, I love the tears, I love the anguish, I love the depression, I love the loss, I love the days that I hate it, I love the days that it wins and I don’t, I love the fatigue, I love the despair, because every single drop of it brings me closer to my Savior, Jesus Christ.  It is through this disease process that I have witnessed and seen first hand the majesty, the glory, the mercy, and above all the love our Father in Heaven has for me.  My heart cannot rejoice enough in gratitude for this glorious and wonderful disease called ALS.  The gains, as always, with a merciful God ALWAYS surpass the sacrifice.  The light always comes.  Darkness frequently makes itself known but it doesn’t last.  This experience has propelled me into the Master’s Hand, and there I am compelled to abide, for there is nowhere else that can offer relief.  Shepherded in that hallowed grasp is a a very sacred place to be.  And the best part, the very best part, is that my eternal companion and seven beautiful children are there with me.