Today marks 18 months of this Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. At least 18 months in this severe housebound state, we imagine I might have had it milder for at least 6 months before this. As a Christian, I find myself reflecting on the role of my faith through chronic illness.
I don't believe God made me ill or that He is testing me. I don't think God works like that. In my view, that would contradict His character of Love. Many people who suffer from long term illness and disability question God's love and wonder why they are so unwell. In this post I want to address those questions.
When unforeseen problems force me to go out despite severe ME/cfs, simple errands can become overwhelming very quickly. I had to go out today, needed to send off some paperwork, but my printer ran out of ink, again! I needed to print off a load of sheets, so I had to take a bus to get that done at one place, then off on another bus to find a post office to send it.
By the time I got to the post office, my legs were not working properly anymore. It was like I was wading through lead or mercury, let's just say Nutella, have to keep things positive!.