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Don't cry for me ...






Song lyrics or titles run through my mind to often sum up a situation or add humor to one. Today, it's "Don't Cry for Me Argentina". Only today the title is "Don't cry for me anybody"!

I mean, I get it, that people feel bad that I've got breast cancer and that I've been living with MS for nearly 27 years. And I've had other issues that I've blogged about related to #metoo. I get that it seems like a lot looking in from the outside. I hear your comments and appreciate your support. But here's the thing, it doesn't feel overwhelming to me, looking out from the inside. Know what I mean?

I live the life that I've been dealt and do it with the personality and faith I've been given. Which means, I could do one of the following:

A. Have a miserable, pity-me attitude that would lead to being  miserable;
B. Lean into my troubles and seek answers constantly either through research or angrily with God, which would lead me to being fairly self-centered and angry;
C. Hold on with all I've got, knowing there are reasons I cannot know but a life that needs to be lived fully and a faith that cannot be subdued which would lead me to being pretty much who I am.

" A positive, faith-filled fighter" is how Pastor Dan recently described me to John when they saw each other recently. He always could sum things acutely! I think that's who I am to my very core- heck the name of my blog is the glass is half full and the tag is a shout out to God. Spot. On. 

So when you see me, don't cry FOR me. Marvel instead how God has given me faith, surrounded me with loving and caring people, given me the love of laughter and people and endowed me with a need to tell my story (I may not be the best writer, but I do love to write and am grateful for this blog). I know I marvel at all that God has done for me and I'm not ashamed to write about it or share my story. 

Can I get an Amen?!

Now, I just need to have a word with God about this very weather and the polar vortex- it's keeping me housebound!!!!

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