Life is hard enough without having a chronic illness. The stress of chronic illness and pain can push us right over the edge to a place where life becomes unbearable and all hope is gone. We desperately need the kind of hope that withstands the difficulties of life. One way to begin to find hope is through acceptance.
It took me ten years to come to the place where I accepted that my fibromyalgia and chronic pain were not going away. When I finally got to that place of peace, I was accused of both choosing to make illness my identity and not having enough faith that God would heal me. I was prayed for and prayed over. I was told I needed to exercise more, take supplements, lose weight, stop taking so much medicine, drink special water (two different kinds, in fact), and quit being lazy.