It is clear that I am a huge procrastinator or struggling with the winter blahs. Honestly, I think it's both. Procrastination and the blahs- not a good equation to offer teens hope in this crazy world. But I did it. I hope. No pun intended.
On Wednesday, the topic was belonging. Having this disability presents some challenges when I want to feel like I belong. I don't want my life to entail all things disabled. Yet I don't truly fit in an able world. A tricky fate, for sure. And one that I thought I would never be up against. The truth is that I am disabled. So this morning I focused on James 1:2- "consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you face trials of many kinds..."
FA is a trial while I navigate this life. I don't want it to define me, however. I long to count it joy. It may seem unrealistic when I hit my face AGAIN on a tile floor. At that moment, besides the urge to throw up from the concussion, I have a choice to figure out the joy in that situation. Faith not feelings. Faith not feelings. Faith not feelings...
The purple has faded and the bruising is gone.
The heart will always ache. Ache for a cure. Until then, I consider it pure joy to be surrounded by two amazing dogs, encouraging friends and an incredible family.
Until then...Delsie seems to be enjoying her retirement and Barkley feels as if he has always been a part of me.
