How God Can Define Your Life Story Despite Illness

life-storyDuring long days of pain it can be hard to see what our story or legacy will be beyond survival, but God has bigger plans. Angie explains.

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine” (Isaiah 43:1).

One late night while lying in my husband’s arms, wrung out from constant pain and trying to figure out new symptoms that assailed me, I whispered in defeat . . . “This is my story.”

In other words, this disease was doing what it does. Lupus and its cohorts were claiming more corners of my body and there was nothing I could do about it.

My eyes were clearly fixed on my circumstances instead of Jesus.

But instantly the Lord brought another story to mind–“His story” for my life. And it just happened to be in the form of a song. With a weak voice and tear filled eyes I hummed “Blessed Assurance” by Fanny Crosby.

This incredible lady wrote over 8,000 hymns! She was blind, yet still she sang!

“Blessed assurance Jesus is mine, oh what a foretaste of glory divine, watching and waiting looking above, born of His spirit washed in His blood. This is my story this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long…”

You see, my story, your story is not defined by a disease and its symptoms. Or even a divorce, abuse, or addiction. If you know Jesus, this is your identity:

“But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness and into His wonderful light” (1 Peter 2:9).

My suffering and weary friend, you are God’s special possession!

You are precious in His sight and a pearl of great price!

Jesus loves you. You are His child, “Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.” You’re more than a conqueror, forgiven, and free. An “Heir of salvation, purchase of God.”

What blessed assurance to know that Jesus is mine, and that we belong to Him.

So sing with me friends… Let’s declare His praises!

Prayer: O Lord, I’m overwhelmed by Your grace and mercy that saved a wretch like me. Thank You for loving us and choosing us. Teach us to use our swords, by declaring who we are in Christ. Help us to fix our eyes on You when our body screams at us. Encourage us, Lord, and may we sing to You–even if all we can do is whisper. We love You! In Jesus’ name, Amen.

About the Author:
Angie Dugi lives in Texas with her husband and their three children. For almost two decades she’s struggled with Lupus, Sjogrens, fibromyalgia, and RA. She loves to write and delights in telling others about Jesus. She is the author of “What I Learned Lying Down: Hope for the Chronically ill” and “GodSmiles.” You can find her blog at

How do you stay focused on Jesus instead of your affliction?