It's frustrating to be here again. Heartbreaking. He's suffering so horribly right now that it shreds my heart into pieces. I try not to think about it, but I'm not an automaton. It crushes me to see him so uncomfortable. Not eating. Sad. Tired. Not himself.
There are still rare moments when he's still his genuine, sunny self, but they're rare. My heart leaps for joy when he smiles or says something predictable. But then he goes back to being surly and whiny, and the moment's gone.
I'm worn out. And I'm angry that the devil, that wretched fallen spirit, has targeted such a beautiful soul in such a heinous way. But although my heart weeps over the way things are, I trust that they'll be better soon, because God says He's good, and God cannot lie. It is the ENEMY who brings disease and sickness. So even as I feel sorrow over how things have transpired, I know that God is still the God of healing, and that as a Christian, I have the authority to send satan packing back to hell.
I guess that's a little intense for the morning, but it's the Truth. And I'm stickin' to it.