Hello readers!

I know I have at least a couple

Maybe I never made this clear, but I do not consider this a private, journal type blog. I keep identities discreet, and when they are not, I ask explicit permission to use them.

You are welcome – even encouraged – to share it with anyone you feel might like it or benefit from it. I hope to be helpful, even just for a laugh.

Questions, suggestions, and requests are also welcome, in general or in any of the subjects included here.

Have a lovely!

D

I am gearing up to write regularly again, but I really must tell you what happened!

I was writing the story of how I got in the wheelchair, and now I am not using one.  It has been exactly one year.  So here is an uncharacteristically long post:

My sensory sensory peripheral nerves were dying, there was nothing the physicians could do. I had to learn to be disabled, and was doing all right. There is a lot of help out there. I just worried about my family. How was I going to care for them when I couldn’t even care for myself?

I have always taken things to the Lord, and He always blesses me appropriately, because He ALWAYS knows best. Over a year ago I asked in desperation, if I couldn’t just get all better now?! Calming down,  I understood that it was possible to be healed, but I wasn’t sure if it was OK for me to ask. It took a couple months for me to gather the courage to ask directly, making sure the Lord knew I accepted His will. But I prayed: yes, I really, really wanted to be healed. Please.

Two weeks later my wheelchair had battery problems; then the ramp in my van broke. I was sitting in my soft chair at home, wondering how I was going to register my children for Junior High the next morning. And I felt it deep in my heart – it was time. Time to get up and walk. So I took a deep breath, got up, walked out my front door, down the steps and up the street to my friends house. She thought she had seen a ghost! Neither of us could speak, except I said something about needing a bed to carry. (John 5:5-9) Within ten minutes I was back at my house showing my children that I could dance on the lawn. My nerves were instantly healed – I could feel with my fingers and balance on my toes. We walked around the corner to another friends house, then to Bishop’s, and I got HUGE blisters on my feet because I had not walked that much in 3-4 years! (I am still rehabilitating my ligaments and joints, and still getting in shape after being sedentary for the greater part of 8 years.) At Bishops house I played with his kids on the lawn as he and his wife just stared in awe. (His wife is a physical therapist and helped me a great deal.) Finally, referring to the many issues we had talked about over the years, he said, “Well, THIS is a good solution!”

People say to me that I was healed because I had so much faith… well, yes, BUT. The real faith is accepting the Lord’s will. It takes an amazing amount of faith to be disabled, to know that the Lord could heal you but for whatever reason, He isn’t going to. Similarly with any trial. Of course the Lord could make it go away, but He knows best. The real faith is trusting Him. I had to trust that He wanted this for me, and to not feel guilty around my other disabled friends. (That has actually been difficult, and something I will write about from time to time. I think it is called surviors guilt.)

Awesome story, and I am so thankful it happened to me. I can work with my family in the yard, hold babies, and tie my own shoes. So I have been doing that, rather than writing! But I really like this blog and I like sharing things about autism, parenting, compassion, and arsty and silly stuff. My mantra is “do, or do not, there is no try.” I hope you will join me, and give me feedback!

… because when I started this site I promised myself I would never write an “I am sorry I haven’t kept up” kind of thing.

Some circumstances in my life have changed dramatically in the last three months. They are good changes! I promise to write about it soon – but here is a hint: my wheelchair is gathering dust in the garage.

I am making adjustments and re-balancing, hoping to continue writing very soon. Let me know if you are still out there, and any requests are welcome!!

cyaround,

Hi readers! H ello… anyone out there? ( hears echo… )

Seriously, I am going to make a few tweaks here and would really love to know who is here and what you really like or don’t like.

THANKS!

I have several friends who are currently pregnant or parents for the first time. I want to wish them well!

Our bodies are so amazing, aren’t they? You look at a pregnant woman’s belly and think, wow. You ARE a pregnant woman and think, “where did my intestines go?”

Then you experience labor and delivery and think there can never be any emotions stronger than what you feel  – until they hand you the precious child. Who astonishingly looks like you and your spouse mixed together.

You fall in love all over again, and you can see the future.

You are all awesome!

FYI I call almost everyone here “my friend.” They may be a family member, neighbor or someone at church or a classmate. I may have known them 25 years ago or just met them last week. “Friend” is nice and private.

If I call them “a lady” or “some guy” I probably don’t consider them worthy of being called a friend. I have a few of those.

I love computers, but have not been able to keep up with the rapid changes. Our family had some of the first PC models, and I used them at college in the late 80s. These days I wish I knew the inter-workings of HTML and routers, but I just don’t have the time – or the need -  to learn.

The blog was suggested, encouraged, set up, and is supported by my friend Brittny. She is a sharp web developer with all the warmth and flexibility I needed to get started.

So if you like the site, contact her!

Keeping in mind that I don’t care to put my real name out in cyberspace, I have come up with a really cool code! My oldest child will be called “R”, my middle, “K” and my youngest, “D.” Clever eh? Along the way I imagine I will make up code names with more flair.

Years ago I heard that you can’t watch yourself blink. Have you tried yet? It’s kind of silly, yet deep at the same time. The impossible human task – to see when your eyes are closed.

One day, it dawned on me how it can be done – video yourself and then watch.
A meaningless problem? Yeah, but a satisfying experience.

And a great name for a blog…