You're not failing because you're struggling. That back-and-forth—I believe, now I doubt, now I believe again—that's not weakness. That's the battlefield. Faith isn't the absence of doubt. It's choosing to believe in spite of it. You're fighting. And the fact that you're still fighting means the enemy hasn't won. Healing isn't always instant. Sometimes it comes through the valley, through the tears, through the nights you wonder if He's listening. But He is. And He hasn't forgotten you. You said you're waiting to give your testimony. But you already have one. It's being written right now. In the moments you choose to believe when it's hard. In the raw honesty of saying "I'm fighting." Keep fighting. Keep saying what's true—even when it doesn't feel true. Keep reaching even when your arms feel heavy. He's not done. And neither are you. Praying for your lungs. For your faith. For peace in the back-and-forth. You're still here. Still fighting. Still believing. That's winning. 🙏