Yesterday, after 32 days of hospitalization, I was finally home.

Transplant was unworldly tough for me. I was so exhausted. I shed so many tears of pain. One Saturday, while my body felt almost exploding, my spirit just shattered. I broke down to God. Why do I have to endure this much? Where is peace? Where is joy? What glory is there after all these? Deep inside me, I knew the answers. But I was shutting out the truth and struggling to keep my head above water.

I can’t grasp how wide and long and high and deep His love is for me and yet allow me to go through this. He must be hurting too. I cried harder because even though I can’t fathom Him, I know He loves me. Jesus loves me.

So the sisters sent word to Jesus, “Lord, the one you love is sick.” When he heard this, Jesus said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” (John 11:3,4)

I’m grateful to the nurses and doctors of SLMC GC 9-South and SCT unit for taking care of me. I’m grateful to family, friends, and prayer warriors.

While I’m battling for my life inside the hospital, I’m aware that outside, our country and the world are in various battles. Everything is overwhelming. Let us rest in God and pray for everyone’s healing.