Burden or Blessing?
My husband and I have entered a new season in life and I have been journaling it on my personal blogsite (www.plantinggardens.blogspot.com). This was yesterday’s entry and through it was relevant to share with you. I hope you enjoy it.
Burden or Blessing…
Back again…
Ken asked today if I was giving serious thought to those Pre-Mobile Home Renovation Pre-Nups. I sneered at him. This was after he hit me on the head with a flying wooden sword that he had just ripped from the wall. And that was after disassembling the bathtub that I’m certain had not been cleaned for well over 38 years. And that was after I fell asleep in the car while I waited for him in the Wal-Mart parking lot, only to be left to dream about washing paneled walls and then to suddenly be woken from a nightmare, thinking that Ken, getting back into the car was the wall falling on top of me that I had been washing in me dreams (at least I think it was in my dreams…).
It’s not that bad, but I don’t think I’ve ever sweated that much, not even running cross-country in high school (ah yes, those were the days…). Just what you wanted to hear!!!
We are busy with the guest room – pulled up carpets, knocked down the closet walls.
The Structure, in its entirety got a new facelift outside when it was power washed for two hours today. That’s how long it took to give it a bath.
We ordered windows today – double paned, white vinyl, 95% UV protection with a 87% energy savings from temperatures in and out (I sound like a guy describing his hot rod). I’m excited (did I say that?!). NEW WINDOWS! You have to see the old to appreciate the new.
Yesterday, while Ken was talking with different guys about different things about doing different work on different projects, I was out pruning roses. Oh – before I forget – I smelled one! It was the most wonderful thing!!! Some of you know that part of PD is losing your sense of smell. Mine’s usually absent but yesterday it was like a ‘What was that?!?’ moment. Then I realized - it was the rose in front of me and it smelled as wonderful as it was beautiful! I haven’t smelled a rose for so long and it was a gift!
Anyhow, as I was basking in the fragrance, LaurieKay, the neighbor I told you about, came out with her granddaughter Isabella. Isabella is 3 months and gave me the biggest smile that warmed my heart. Then she spit up. A lot. (However, that wasn’t what I was going to tell you.)
The side of LaurieKay’s face was all bruised. She had three teeth pulled last Wednesday. No anesthesia, mind you. She was going to have five pulled but couldn’t stand the pain any longer. She has no insurance (many of us can relate, huh?). While she shared that they also found a tumor which they told her they are pretty sure is cancerous, my hand started shaking really bad and she kept looking down at it. Though it was offending me, instead of cutting it off, I stuck it in my pocket and explained why it was acting obnoxious. She looked at me, stunned, in silence for a few seconds and then this is what she said…
“Aren’t we blessed.”
Then I looked at her in silence for a few seconds. Then she went on to explain that she had Crones Disease and diabetes.
“We all have something, don’t we?” she added.
It was her ‘aren’t we blessed’ that stuck with me all day.
You know what? We are. When God has allowed certain circumstances and issues to become a part of our lives – a disease, an illness, a wayward child, a broken relationship, the loss of a loved one – we are blessed. We have been chosen to bear something that for some reason He has decided it is best for us to bear.
Maybe it’s to take us deeper into Him. To rely and depend on Him alone so that He truly becomes our all – in all.
Maybe it’s to make us more compassionate. To be given a sentence of a terminal illness, a chronic disease – often causes the bearer to look at others in a more compassionate way, as their understanding of pain and suffering has increased.
Maybe it’s to make us laugh. They say a great sense of humor is often born through a great deal of pain. Some of the funniest people I know are the ones that have been through the toughest times. They have found that God is their joy and laughter truly is the best medicine.
I believe what LaurieKay said is true. It is a blessing to suffer, although I’ll be the first to admit that I do not always act as if I am being blessed. But when I’m in my right mind (no comments), focused on His grace and goodness and when I’m trusting in His provision through my day, I am blessed. Blessed to have been chosen to bear what others weren’t chosen to bear, chosen to be able to understand more deeply what some never will. I am blessed to have been taken deeper into Him through pain and sorrow through the circumstances in my life and blessed with the gift of being able to laugh at the simplest things. I am not bragging and don’t mean to sound as if I am. Would I choose this blessing? I highly doubt I would have stood in that line of freebies! But looking back at what I’ve learned, the things God has allowed me to experience because of PD and the wonderful people I’ve met and have the privilege of witnessing to and encouraging… then yes. I would have stretched out my hand to God, in trust, and said thank you for trusting me.
I hope that you find the next tough lesson, trial, or circumstance in your life to truly be a blessing, chosen just for you. And when you think of it, please pray LaurieKay’s results are negative. She’s ready to meet her Lord, but she really likes being able to watch that little granddaughter of hers every day.
Sherri Woodbridge | 10.09.08 | Daily Life, Inspirational, parkinson's disease, PD, remodeling, renovation, sherri woodbridge | No Comments |
