Thursday, April 28, 2016

Things are Hard

Struggle © Michael Kaufmann via freeimages.com


Where has my motivation gone?


I feel a heaviness. It comes and goes. I'm not thinking negative thoughts now. I think I'm having a hard time just being. I like to do things. I like to know that I am accomplishing something. Lately, even though I am doing things, it feels as if I am slogging through mud.

This season of life is different. I need to be content. Things are just hard. It's hard because I can't seem to get my thoughts down on paper. The words are there, but instead of them freely flowing, it's like they are suspended.

I feel fatigued. Little things that shouldn't be bothering me are bothering me. I'll have a pretty good morning and feel drained in the afternoon.

My youngest nephew, Bryson, wanted me to come with him on the bridge when the boys were playing outside. I couldn't come because I was sitting in the golf cart. I didn't have my wheelchair. It hurt, but it is also motivation. I am going to be able to walk again without any assistance. Everything that I am doing now, every little exercise, every extra step, is making me stronger.

I know that God hasn't brought me this far to leave me. Every day isn't easy. This is just where I have been lately. Maybe it will help someone else to know that. I haven't written anything because I haven't been able to. As Mandisa says in her song, Stronger, 
"The pain ain't gonna last forever
And things can only get better
Believe me
This is gonna make you stronger."


Saturday, April 23, 2016

Blue Jeans and Rain Boots

Boots © Jean Scheijen via freeimages.com

My oldest nephew has been wearing some insulated boots everywhere after school. They were only meant to be worn when it's really cold. It's spring time and he insisted on wearing his boots. So, we bought him another pair of rain boots so he wouldn't be so hot.

"Do you like wearing your rain boots because Daddy wears boots?" I asked.

"Yeah."

The funny thing is he wanted to wear them with pants. And not just any pants! Mason said, "I want to wear long pants!"

Mama and I tried to tell him that it's hot outside. "Don't you want to wear shorts?" His answer was still no.

We found one pair of long pants. He smiled after putting them on and stomped off in his blue rain boots to go ride the golf cart.

Before the boys left for church, Mason decided he didn't want to wear those pants anymore. "I want to wear blue ones with holes," he said.

I didn't know if we had any blue pants here at our house. After searching, we did have a pair of blue pants...and they had holes!

I laughed. Mason was content as can be with his blue jeans and rain boots. 

His Daddy wears blue jeans and cowboy boots. Mason just wanted to dress like Daddy.

After he left, I was inspired to write. Oh, to be a kid again and have all of my problems solved by blue jeans and rain boots!

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Being There, Creating Memories: Reflecting on Then and Now and How far I've Come

On Tuesday, I was able to go watch my oldest nephew and young cousin play T-ball. Getting out for an hour may not seem like much to you. In fact, things like this may seem like a chore at times. You see it at as something you have to do and not as a privilege.


Not me. As I wheeled up to the bleachers and the sun beat down on my face, I was grateful. Several years ago, I couldn't do much of anything. I was bedridden, unable to do anything and trips "just because" were impossible. I was in too much pain.

I remember when I could only stay at church for thirty minutes. It took my mom longer to drive to church than it did for me to sit there. But at least it was something. It was the start of me coming back into the land of the living. 

I watched as the little kids twirled around in the red dirt, trying to watch the other players but being pulled by that desire to just be a kid. I watched as parents and grandparents yelled encouragement from the sidelines. Way to go! Great hit! Way to hustle! were just a few of the words that rang out in the air.

Coaches who wore many hats. Father. Mentor. Leader. Friend. They were there to offer guidance to the boys and girls in uniform. A turn of their body. Positioning the bat. Just like that, they were ready to hit. 

Several batters and a few homeruns later, I was pulled back into the moment by a mom telling her child on the other end of the phone that the game was almost over. I had made it! I didn't have crippling pain. I was able to enjoy a Tuesday afternoon. Looking over and seeing my nephew and actually being able to BE there and wave at him as he smiled back at me meant something to me.

It meant that I was able to make memories. I didn't have to apologize for not being there. I was there. And I didn't take that for granted.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

In Competition with Myself

I'm doing much better physically and mentally.


It doesn't matter about the small stuff. I am looking at the big picture. I am not always going to be in a wheelchair. I am stretching myself a little bit more each week. I am making progress. 

If you aren't seeing results, stop. Just stop for a minute. Quiet your thoughts. Look around. Are you closer to your goal than you were a month ago? If the answer is yes, that means something.

Michelangelo didn't paint the Sistine Chapel in a day. It took time to complete the task. Instead of saying, "I wish I could run _____ of miles, or do ______ amount of sit ups..." Focus on what you are doing. Doing a little bit of something is better than a whole lot of nothing.

My Granny told me that every movement I make is something. I've tried to remember that. I am reminding myself of that today. Every few steps that I make are getting me closer to my goal. Every step I take is making me stronger. Sure, I can't see bulging calf muscles yet, but underneath my skin, my muscles are firing and getting stronger. When you've been down as long as I have, it takes time to get back up!

I realized something today. I am not in competition with anyone. I am in competition with myself. I've known it to an extent, but I really GOT it today! How much farther can I push myself today? What other exercises can I do that I forgot about?  To win this battle, I am encouraging myself. 

This morning I read something, and it caused me to worry. I felt myself getting emotional. Some of those same thoughts tried to creep in, but I recognized it. I said, "No! I will NOT waste another second thinking about this." I can't go back and change all of those years that I wasn't able to be very mobile or active. I can do something about today. The ones who win are the ones who keep getting back up. I am celebrating where I am right now and looking to the future. It is bright, friends!