The Return Of The Foe

Now, the foe is back to devour me gradually. My history reminded me about that thing that I will never forget. God showed me the way before with the overwhelming care of my magnanimous mother. I remember that moment, especially the pain I always felt whenever I cough that left bloody mucus from my mouth. I felt the pain that I once conceived will never be perished. But my mother comforted me with her passionate voice confidently claiming that my disease will disappear one day. I thank God for being with me in that situation. You taught me how to fight by showing the real way to my beloved mother. Oh God, I want to cry to you right now. I want my feelings to burst because of the suffering I survived when I had that disease before. But now, the foe again struck myself. I'm about to get defeated by this gruesome foe when I don't move. But I will never allow that. I don't want that disease to just hamper me without giving it a real fight. The fight will begin now. The fight will begin with the name of Jesus Christ.