I wanted a piece of that bacon anyway.
I miss bacon.
I miss my good health more.
I miss the days of no joint pain and limitless energy. I miss sleeping all night. I miss working 12 hour shifts as a labor and delivery nurse, sleeping for 6 hours and going back in for another 12. Well, maybe I don’t miss doing that. But I do miss the ability to do it. I can’t even imagine being able to work one full shift today.
I desire to have that amazing energy and stamina again, for there is much work left to be done. I still have a son to raise (and homeschool), a husband and home to care for, volunteer work waiting for my talents, maybe even some missions trips to take. Some day, I may even want to practice nursing again.
I know in my heart that God wants me to be healed for his service. I just have to cooperate with Him. He has provided everything I need.
Maybe you miss ____________ (insert the food you’re craving on your journey). Was eating that food really worth sacrificing your health?
Yes, I still miss bacon. I might always miss bacon. And maybe some day I’ll be able to eat it again. But I miss living life to the fullest even more. So really, not eating bacon is not much of a sacrifice when you think of it like that.
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