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Before I forget, I please ask for your prayers. The last few weeks of this month, and why this will also be my last post until March, is because I will be getting my repeat scans to remain in remission as well as to take out my port and close that chapter officially! Thank you so so so much. It has been a long time coming and I appreciate and adore each and every one of you who has helped me get to this point. To more life🥂.

I know I may have seemed to forget to post on certain days or do surprise posts here and there, I have no excuse. Well I do, but in all honesty it is the reason for the title, for this post, for this blog, for my life, for it all.

So here it goes…

This month has been wonderful, to say the very least. Wonderful is honestly an understatement. I am about 80% off of my cane. Eating good food. It is the time of the year of watching/listening to softball all the time. Writing every day. Playing Fortnite with my friends. Secured a summer job. My classes are great. Talk to my family daily. Everyone is in good health. The hair is growing back fabulously. The 80’s are making a comeback. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God.

I have been so in love with life lately I haven’t really known how to come on here and put it into words. Life always seemed black and white to me before. Everyone in their own routines. Driving in their cars. Shopping for groceries. Going to work. Birds flying the way they always do. Fish I never see because I didn’t have enough patience to sit by the water to look for them. Flowers I only paid attention to when I wanted to decorate my room or something. The sky was either blue or grey. Sun was either blinding or behind a cloud. Clouds were there and then they were not. Government… I’ll just stop here. I genuinely believed we lived in some type of simulation, of just living the same day over and over again. Until the point you just go insane or grow sick of it all. I mean why else is mental health at an all-time high. Sickness. Disease. Divorce. Poverty. Hunger. Climate Change. Human Trafficking. Do I really have to go on?

I don’t turn a blind eye to any of it. The ingredients in the food. The news. The lost kids poster in Walmart. The “conspiracy theories”. The God Mocking. The protests. The wars. The creep following me in the store, getting in and out of my car, going into my apartment. It is a scary, crazy world and one that when I was going full speed and not crippled, not humbled by life, I felt like I could take on my own. I could do it all on my own, when I can’t. The way I believed I could’ve done any of it without God is truly the only thing that would ever keep me up at night if I let it.

I had to beg God for forgiveness. Shoot, I still do. I don’t shy away from anything of who I am and what I have learned about myself going through life because I am human. Just like you, bro. We mess up, and if you are anything like me, you mess up a lot. I always tell people who confide in me with things they are not proud of that I am no one to judge you. Not because I have been there, done that, but because I am not God. I know right from wrong, and I’ll tell you when you’re dead wrong. Then, I will also tell you not to be hard on yourself and give you advice to be better. It is as simple as that.

My advice is always God. He is the one who saved me and ever since he did man I can’t emphasize enough how beautiful life is. Just the way he created it. Every day is a gift, a new opportunity and Praise God every day because of it.

I have talked a good bit of how the previous chapter in my life really focused on patience and trusting God’s timing. Truthfully this season is the same lesson but I am now approaching it with ease. Then, when I reflect back I am always like wow he really just Mr. Miyagi’d me. He was so intentional with everything that happened in my life, when it happened, and where it happened. To put it in karate kid terms. I got my little behind handed to me because I poked the bear as one does with temptation and personal desires. Laying on the ground, continuing to get punched and kicked here comes my Lord and Savior to fight them off. Then, asking me, “Are you finally ready to do it my way?” Obviously, I don’t want to get beat up anymore I surrender and commit to the process. Instead of teaching me the way of the fist and how to strike first and strike hard. He teaches me defense. Brings me back to my day-to-day. Teaches me the beauty that already surrounded me. Taught me how channel the person I am within. A lot of the teachings won’t make sense now, but they will one day. I grow frustrated trying to understand how any of this will help me win the actual fight. Then, boom… God is great.

An entire year after I began my twenty-two-week countdown to finishing treatment, and I am winning that fight every day and more. I wake up every day. Praise God. Get out of bed, dance through my morning routine. Turn on my car, oh the sweet, sweet sound of my car. Look up at the sky, soak up the sun. Open the window, feel the wind in my hair. Listen to the birds sing, the flowers decorate the side of the roads. Sit on the driest rock near the river, and watch the fish blow me bubbles.

Life is beautiful and it is happening all around you, that was God’s plan all along.

xoxo,

Kroddyrich💋