It is natural to be concerned about people with limitations. Now, that I have my own, I realize it is not just a matter of dealing with them but, accepting them.
The Lord knows your frustrations and the sense of dependence on others that you feel.
The temptation is to be sad or angry about this interruptions to your life’s plans.
But what about God’s plans for your life? My daughter, Judy, gave me this verse after my husband, Jack, passed away ten years ago. “I know the plans I have for you…plans for your good, not to hurt you….And when you search with all your heart, you will find me.” Jeremiah 29:11-14.
Yes, I have survived these ten years but, falling down and breaking my hip is proving to be a huge challenge. In a favorite hymn, “God says,”When through troubled waters, I call thee to go, I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.”
These two phrases have encouraged me through many storms in my life. Even now God is blessing me by sending godly people through prayers, rides to church, food and even calling the electric company when my lights were turned off.
So, yes, God, I have my limitations but You have surrounded me with Your love and I am learning to trust You even more.
One of my daughter, Kathy’s favorite animals was the penguin. She loved the video, “Happy Feet.”
Since her death, I also have become fond of the penguin because of the toughness of these creatures and their persistence in enduring hardship.
Recently, my life took a drastic change. I took Teddy out to relief himself at 5:45 am and fell on the concrete driveway. After crawling across the driveway to a bench, I waited for my daughter to bring out her dogs.
When she arrived and found me shaking from the pain and cold, she insisted on calling an ambulance. Although the drivers were very kind, every movement was painful.
After X-rays, it was determined I had a broken hip and needed an operation. After that life became a blur . Four days later I was moved to the Good Samaritan Rehab facility where I remained for three weeks.
Needless to say, my life has totally changed. The restrictions such as no bending, crossing legs, needing to use a walker or cane have greatly limited my activities.
What are God’s plans for me now? Well it won’t be the five-day bus trip to Yosemite I had planned with a friend. Right now it seems to be a lot of sleeping and visits from church friends.
Thank you, God for Your care even when it means a change of plans.
The last two weeks I have begun an art class based on Julia Cameron’s books “The Artist’s Way”. She suggests we need to return to our sense of creativity which we enjoyed as children.
As adults it is so easy to become overwhelmed by our arches and pains, our loss of flexibility, our limited income, now that we are retired and the loss of friends through death.
All of these situations can cause us to lose our sense of play and wonder. When my husband was alive we enjoyed packing up our photo equipment and heading off to some interesting spot and taking pictures of birds and trees and just enjoying being in nature.
The move to Prescott.AZ meant I had to begin all over again. Starting at the community college was the first step. After singing in the community chorus, I branched out to courses in sociology which I enjoyed but found it a lot of reading and papers leading to a group project, which can be fun if everyone does their part but when one person fails to fulfill their part it can be very disappointing.
But the joy of creating a collage or clay pot and cutting up magazines and arranging and interesting picture with glue, paint and paint sticks is just plain fun! It leads to joy and satisfaction of just being free to create something interesting. So at eighty I,m a child again enjoying planting rose bushes, taking pictures and loving the spontaneity of creating again.
A BLESSING DISGUISED
For two and a half years my assignment had been the sewing room. It was my least favorite thing to do. I even tried mass producing but I got caught by the sister in charge and was told that’s not how it should be done.
When I entered the novitiate, I was sure my opportunity had come for a more stimulating role but to my disappointment I was reassigned to the sewing room, only this time we were sewing dolls to be sold in the gift shop.
My third year began with the same assignment and my disappointment with convent life. When I returned home my father told me my uncle had a job for me at his dress shop in Washington, DC. Happily, I went. The day after my arrival my uncle showed me the sewing area.
Thankfully I met my husband at the college I attended. We were married the following year and had two children Actually, now the knowledge of sewing came in handy as i made all my maturity clothes and the babies gowns.
Now at age eighty, I’m thankful for those many years of sewing because I now am able to sew little dolls for the missionaries to give to little girls.So those many years past God did