From an article originally posted November 7, 2013…

There was a season of this journey I dreaded the mail. I struggled with the endless pile of bills. I worried over imaginary problems. I failed to see the truth of God’s provision of a good job, health insurance, and a husband that wasn’t anxious over these details. My faith was so weak, and I really struggled to see the care in God’s provision. Mostly, I struggled with huge guilt over the endless bills coming into our home. I felt guilty that my illness was straining our budget. My guy had a different perspective, he saw the great care, the ability to fight this terrible disease, and the need for each additional procedure.