This whole thing of being diagnosed with dust mite, dust, grass allergies. Has been two things : relief to know that it is an allergy situation :pain in the ass to know that as an allergy it may never go away.
How does God fit into this?crying in the night to Him when the depression is on me. Then relief sets in as the drug settles in and somehow I pull back from Him. I want to search for Him even when the pain and fear subsides. For the face of God,as I see Him is loving. His hands hold me, as I walk through this, my terror.
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