He chose me.

First things first. I'm still here. And I still have Friedreich's Ataxia. FA took the back burner these past few months- and I LOVED every minute of it. This past weekend, it got sick of being ignored and made its presence known. FA is still here. And still very much despised.

I had the honor of directing a play for a local high school. Another thing to scratch off my bucket list. Believe me, I was in over my head from the moment I agreed to the job but as with absolutely everything in my life, God provided over and over. I wish I had the time during the grueling time up to the production, to brag on Him for His faithfulness. He was there. Big time. And it was a blast to be a part of it. I still can't believe He chose me. The students certainly made me proud, I hope I made Him proud.

And yes, whether I like it or not, He chose me for this dumb disability. After a couple of weeks of trying to recover from my obsession with this show, I fell. Hard. In my bathroom. And broke my nose. I think. I heard it crack.

My friend who was waiting for me didn't realize she was waiting to accompany me to the ER that evening. Three hours later and four stitches on the snoz, I was sent home to wait for 5-7 days for the ENT to determine surgery. I think the surgery part is inevitable. Did I mention that I heard it crack?

So instead of my new favorite appetizer plate at New Holland Brewery, we settled for Chinese take out on the way home while picking up my prescriptions and the movie, 127 hours. Which help put my pain in perspective, I might add.

As my friend helped me back in my chair and wiped the blood she said, "I don't know how you do this, Holly."

He chose me. I have to remind myself. That doesn't mean I like it. Or even understand it. I hate it and don't get it. But thankfully what I do love and overwhelmingly comprehend is that He chose me and therefore provides friends who pick me back up and wipe up the blood.

Earlier that day, Mary Jo and I spontaneously found "Terratrikes" in Kentwood that I have been researching and dreaming about when I think about riding a trike. It was a riot. And a complete success of a trip. I found the trike I want. With the smell of Spring in the air, I amready to build my leg muscles. And I can even do that with a broken snoz.

FA is relentless. I found out Saturday night when I slipped and cracked my forehead open. With a broken nose. Seriously?! Thanks to my sister who came over and cleaned the "crime scene" and victim up and spent the night, FA is finding its place again. On the back burner. This chic says, bring it on. I ain't going down with out a fight.

But at least wait until my nose is healed and the lightening bolt on my forehead closes up...

In the meantime, I wait. I wait for a cure for FA.

The swelling to go down.

The black and blue bruising to begin.

And I won't give up.

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up" Galatians 6:9