You have noted my lamentation, put my tears in your bottle; — Psalm 56:8.
Almost every morning Suzy is up before me. When I come down the stairs she usually asks, “Are you okay?”
She is right to ask, my arthritis and the treatment take a lot out of me, but I usually answer no matter how I feel, “I’m okay.”
Suzy and God never try to talk me out of my denial. They allow me the necessary space to deal with the pain and discomfort in my own way, yet I also know that they are always present to comfort. They give me permission to be “not okay,” for which I am very grateful.