“The Healing Hands God Sent Me”

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When my body starts to ache — my shoulders, my back, my legs — I already know what I’m about to do. I turn to my husband with that look, the one he knows too well, and I softly say, “Can you please give me a massage?”

Sometimes I laugh at myself because it happens so often. But truthfully, it’s become one of those simple moments where I see God’s love at work in our marriage.

It’s not just about easing the pain. It’s about how God uses our spouses to care for us in the most ordinary ways. When my husband rubs my sore legs, I feel more than relief — I feel grace. I feel love in action.

God could have designed healing to always come from medicine or miracles. But sometimes, He sends it through the gentle hands of the one who loves you most.

So yes, I’ll keep asking (or begging!) for those massages — not just because my body needs it, but because each one reminds me that love, when shared in service and care, is a gift from God Himself.

And I pray that in return, I also learn to be the healing hands for him when he needs comfort too. 💛

Bible Verse:

“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up.”

— Ecclesiastes 4:9–10

Short Prayer:

Lord, thank You for blessing me with a partner who shows Your love through gentle care and patience. Teach us to serve one another with kindness, to be each other’s comfort in times of weariness, and to always remember that You are the source of every healing touch. Amen.

“The Waiting Room” – Finding Peace in Life’s Pauses

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I sat in the doctor’s office again today — that familiar place filled with quiet sighs, soft murmurs, and the rhythmic flipping of magazine pages. The waiting room. A space that tests both patience and perspective.

It’s funny how time feels slower in those chairs. You watch the clock tick, the door open and close, and your name — not yet called. For a moment, frustration creeps in. You wonder, Why does waiting always feel so long?

But as I sat there, I realized something: waiting rooms aren’t just in clinics. They’re everywhere in life.

We wait for healing.

We wait for good news.

We wait for prayers to be answered, for opportunities to open, for hearts to mend.

And just like in a doctor’s office, we don’t always see what’s happening behind the scenes. The doctor might be preparing, reviewing, and making sure the next step is right. Maybe life is doing the same — aligning things we can’t see yet.

So instead of resenting the waiting, I decided to breathe. I looked around — an elderly man sleeping, friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time talking about life, a nurse moved with calm purpose. There was life happening, even here. Quiet, ordinary, but meaningful.

Waiting doesn’t mean nothing is happening. It means something is happening — just not in our sight yet.

If you’re in a waiting season, whether in a doctor’s office or in life, take heart. The pause is part of the process. Healing, answers, and peace often take their time — and that’s okay.

Sometimes, the waiting room becomes the classroom where patience and faith grow stronger.

So today, I’m learning to wait well — with hope, with grace, and with trust that what’s next will be worth the pause.

From Fear to Acceptance: My Journey After a Type 2 Diabetes Diagnosis

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The Day I Found Out I Have Type 2 Diabetes.

It started with back pain. Nothing major, just that sharp shooting dull ache that wouldn’t go away. I finally told my doctor about it and asked if she could run some blood work — I hadn’t done any since I moved to the U.S., and something in me said it was time to check.

A few days later, the results came in. My doctor called and said, “Your sugar levels are high. You have Type 2 diabetes.”

It didn’t come as a total surprise — my family has a history of it — but I still wasn’t ready to hear it. For a moment, my world collapsed. I remember sitting at the bus stop feeling numb, scared, and uncertain about what to eat. I kept thinking, “If everything can raise my sugar, what’s even safe anymore?”

The Fear and the Pause.

The first few days felt like walking through fog. Every food label, every meal, suddenly looked like a test I could fail. I felt afraid to eat, afraid to make things worse. But underneath that fear, there was also a quiet realization: I had a choice.

I couldn’t change the diagnosis — but I could change how I faced it. That’s when I told myself, “Maybe this is God’s way for me to take good care of myself.”

Choosing a New Mindset.

I stopped seeing diabetes as a punishment and started viewing it as a message — a wake-up call from my body asking me to listen. I began to slow down, to think before eating, to notice how my body feels after certain foods.

It wasn’t easy. Some days, I still miss the comfort of not worrying about what I eat. But I also feel a strange kind of peace knowing I’m finally caring for myself intentionally.

Finding Balance Again.

I’m learning that life with diabetes isn’t about giving things up — it’s about finding balance. I walk more often now, not because I have to, but because it clears my mind. I still enjoy my favorite meals, just with more mindfulness and gratitude.

Most importantly, I remind myself that this diagnosis doesn’t define me. It’s just a part of my journey — one that’s teaching me patience, discipline, and self-love.

If you’ve just been diagnosed, please remember — it’s okay to feel scared. It’s okay to take time to adjust. But don’t lose hope. With a new mindset and small steps, you’ll find your rhythm again, just like I’m learning to.

✏️ Written by Shenna — learning, growing, and navigating life with Type 2 diabetes. 🌷