This is a hard topic for me. Many bad things have happened in my life that I got angry with God for. Diabetes wasn’t one of them.
I honestly did not curse God or anything like that. I didn’t have long prayers saying to Him why me or asking why he chose to do this to me. I finally got the picture. I got the point. Do you know that song with that line “Jesus take the wheel?” It’s like that. I am learning to give up control.
Today, I saw my endocrinologist. I am doing what I am supposed to. Testing, taking insulin, working out. . . .My body, however, is not responding like it should. I still have high blood sugars that are dangerous. I admitted to the fear of having a low blood sugar. The fear of going into a coma, stroke, or death doesn’t seem strange, now does it? It’s my life. So do I live in constant fear or allow God to deal with it?