Dear JRA,
It's been a long time, I've still got some unfinished business with you. A few things I'd like to get off my chest. First of all, when referring to things, I like use my words wisely. So here's a word for you... HATE. I hate you. I wish that you were never born into existance. I wish that you didn't try to immobilize children. I wish that I had lived my life never hearing about you or from you.
On 12-5-97 you decided to join our happy family. You decided that you were going to try to scare me to death. You thought that you could make me crazy. Here's news for you, I was already crazy. Crazy in love with a little girl named Phyllis, and I would, and did everything I could to take care of her. I decided at that moment, that this was a battle I could not fight alone, so I enlisted an Army. An Army in the Lord. I called everyone I knew, and I had them call everyone they knew. And leading our battle, was God.
There were many rough days, but you didn't know who you were messing with! You decided to go after what you thought was a sweet little girl! HA! She was a sweet little girl, but what you didn't realize is that you took on a fighter, and to boot, a fighter with a mother who never lets anything beat her. And so 5 years later, we beat you, and you've been in remission for quite a long time now. God did a good work in her!
You did your best to continue to scare me over the years. You've even decided to leave some remnants of yourself and damaged my daughter's joints, enlisting your friend 'Osteo'. I don't care for him either. You both suck as far as I'm concerned.
I'd like to tell you, that I will not give up. I've got an army of peeps out there, I've got a God bigger than you, and He can beat you both, and it won't take much effort bigger than blinking His eye, and I am not only hoping that He brings healing to my daughter, but I AM BELIEVING it!
While you may never be out of my mind completely, you are beaten. You suck. And I hate you. how about that?
So while yesterday was the day that I met you, an anniversary marked on our calender. We remember it because it is the day that you sent me running towards God, and while I will never be thankful for you, I am thankful for that. It marks the day to remember what God has done in our lives, how far we've come, and how strong we are.
In Him - Always,
Margie
It's been a long time, I've still got some unfinished business with you. A few things I'd like to get off my chest. First of all, when referring to things, I like use my words wisely. So here's a word for you... HATE. I hate you. I wish that you were never born into existance. I wish that you didn't try to immobilize children. I wish that I had lived my life never hearing about you or from you.
There were many rough days, but you didn't know who you were messing with! You decided to go after what you thought was a sweet little girl! HA! She was a sweet little girl, but what you didn't realize is that you took on a fighter, and to boot, a fighter with a mother who never lets anything beat her. And so 5 years later, we beat you, and you've been in remission for quite a long time now. God did a good work in her!
You did your best to continue to scare me over the years. You've even decided to leave some remnants of yourself and damaged my daughter's joints, enlisting your friend 'Osteo'. I don't care for him either. You both suck as far as I'm concerned.
I'd like to tell you, that I will not give up. I've got an army of peeps out there, I've got a God bigger than you, and He can beat you both, and it won't take much effort bigger than blinking His eye, and I am not only hoping that He brings healing to my daughter, but I AM BELIEVING it!
While you may never be out of my mind completely, you are beaten. You suck. And I hate you. how about that?
So while yesterday was the day that I met you, an anniversary marked on our calender. We remember it because it is the day that you sent me running towards God, and while I will never be thankful for you, I am thankful for that. It marks the day to remember what God has done in our lives, how far we've come, and how strong we are.
In Him - Always,
Margie
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