Dear Rheumatoid Arthritis,
You came, like a thief in the night, to steal my life away from me. You think you have robbed me of my joy, and my ability to do some of the most basic tasks. Like run with my children. Or take long walks with my husband. Or at times, brush my own hair.
You are an insidious disease whose only purpose is to ravage and rend useless.
But I have news for you, Rheumatoid Arthritis.
You have just crossed the wrong girl.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. ~~John 10:10