A baby lives in the womb for nine months. The baby is comfortable and doesn't have to do anything. He/she gets food from the mother, gets carried around all day.
Sleeps whenever he/she wants to, it's peaceful and calm and life is good. For a season that's healthy, the baby is growing and maturing, that's the way it's designed.
If the infant stays in the womb too long, he/she outgrows the space. When it comes through the birth canal, it's tight, uncomfortable, and traumatic.
Now all HELL breaks loose! He/she thinks, "What is wrong with mama? Has she lost her mind?" He/she is being pushed, squeezed, and pressured. Finally, he/she comes out and breathes new life.
Using the above as an analogy, it brings me to this point. Before sickness hit, I was in my comfort zone. Then I was pushed because of surgery that changed and saved my life. We all go through different changes after that.
Some are listed below:
Rejected/husband, wife, and lover
Betrayal/Someone whom we thought was a friend
Loss/Someone or something
New birth has occurred - yes, a door was closed but another opened. I wouldn't have known my strength. What looked like a disappointment was a birth.
Today is a new day!