From Emily Armstrong, wife of blogger Aaron Armstrong:
I was diagnosed with epilepsy on Friday.
My first thought was, “This is very inconvenient.”
I asked the doctor how it happened, but there is no apparent cause. It just is.
I didn’t do anything to cause epilepsy, nor is anyone else responsible for it. I find this frustrating, not because I want to lay blame, but because I’m the kind of person who wants to know why things happen.
As I sat waiting, first for the medical intern, then for the doctor, and later while waiting for blood work, I was reading and rereading Psalm 139:
My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. (Psalm 139:15-16)
I was intricately woven. All the days of my life have been planned. Every moment.
While this brings comfort, it also hurts. It is a strange mix of pain and awe to know that an infinitely wise God has crafted my brain just so.
To have seizures.
To be broken.
Read the rest of “Broken, yet intricately woven.”