Yellow Blood

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The body never gets used to pain - so I have learnt (the hard way). With each prick, each needle, each line tissue comes a new pain as though the body has never felt it. The face learns to fake bravery but the brain will almost always betray it. In the last one year ave had my brush with hospitals, and quite some pain. It being the second time am having my health tested in 4 years, am yet to get used to it. I still cry while alone on my hospital bed, I still get scared of falling asleep lest I sleep forever, I still worry over the pain I put my family through and even then I cannot wish a single of it on my worst enemy. 
My bestie tells me am stronger each time I overcome a trying situation, and I want to believe it, I really do, I just cannot beat my chest over it. I have my low moments and today is one of them, I shed a tear when the nurse put the third niddle through my skin, as she held the other two bleeding areas. The site of my own blood got to me and it suddenly occured to me how blessed I am. That despite the pain, despite the tough times, God always blesses me with a spring to bounce back up on. 
I am not writing to whine about my problems, am writing to thank my maker for the promises He has declared upon my life and publicly claim them. He says He knows the plans He has for me, plans to prosper me and not to harm me...' It is for this reason therefore that I am encouraged in my lowest moment and hope that I can encourage someone else to fully trust God. 
Even to those of my friends who do not believe in heaven or hell, I respect your spiritual decisions, but I still ask you to give God a try. Best thing with God is, He does not judge like man, He forgives a heart after Him. 

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