Personal Narrative-God Must Work

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Initially, I thought waiting two weeks between doctor visits was an eternity. Now I had to wait until April to see the specialist. He always has a very full schedule. But that is a good sign. It is when the doctor has an empty waiting room and you are taken right away that you have to worry! The two months between appointments was not time well spent. It was a time filled with my tears and anger. If you had the choice to be with me or alone in a room, you would have been happier to be alone in a room. I also blamed God for my troubles. I do not say this with any pride. “No doubt every one of us has come to a moment in our lives when we wonder why God does not do something. There are times when it appears as though God does not care.…show more content…
I knew it involved older people shaking and sometimes ending up in wheelchairs. I did not know anyone with PD; so I paid no attention to it. Time spent worrying is time wasted. Of course, not worrying is easier said than done. I proved it to be true considering how I felt after seeing my Parkinson’s specialist. The literature was the last thing I wanted to read. I decided to keep my diagnosis a secret from my friends and co-workers. I felt odd and out of place. “God must work through other people. He does not act in a vacuum or in a corner. People are wrong when they ask, ‘Where was God?’ The question really should be, ‘Where were the people who should have been there to help?’” 6 I had so many friends to help me. My decision to hide my condition from them only delayed all the support, concern, and love they continue to show me. Not only will I be forever grateful to all of them, I also learned a very valuable lesson I will never…show more content…
It might have only been just a few moments ago. But think about it. The last time that you felt really angry. If I were to go around this sanctuary and ask you what it was it would probably be slightly different for all of us because there are just certain things that really press our button and they are not all the same for each of us. But one thing that all of these experiences have in common with us and the one thing that our anger shares as we think about our lives together is that we feel angry when we feel as though we have lost control and there is something threatening us or the way we think things ought to be.”
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