If you’ve talked to me or read any of my posts these past few years, you know that I was in a state of fear over my husband's health.

I woke up this morning overwhelmed by gratefulness. We slept well through the night and I woke up and noticed that I have been able to sleep more peacefully. I recalled that I didn’t wake up through the night checking his breathing or checking to see if he was still alive…

Imagine that being your pattern of sleep for four or five years. Imagine the toll it takes on your mental state. Also, Imagine living and fighting through days you didn’t think you would make it through…

I am here to encourage you to keep fighting. My hubby made it through nights and days that we both were ready to give up. I have cried myself to sleep thousands of days. There are unnumbered times where I knew for sure I wasn’t gonna make it.

Yet here we both are. We never give up.

I promise, you’ll look back and be proud that you made it through every dark night you thought would be your last. Be encouraged. I am praying for you💜