My husband and I have entered a new season in life a few years back, which included renovating a mobile home, and I journaledd it on my personal blogsite (www.sherriwoodbridge.com). This was one entry during that time and though it relevant to share with you. I hope you enjoy it.
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…).
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, my neighbor, came out with her granddaughter Isabella. Isabella is 3 months old 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. This was due to having three teeth pulled last Wednesday. No anesthesia, mind you. She was going to have five pulled but couldn’t stand the pain any longer from the first three. She has no insurance (many of us can relate, huh?). While sharing that, she also said that they found a tumor which they told her they were 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 which could be considered scriptural, I stuck it in my pocket and explained why it was acting uncontrollably obnoxious. She looked at me, stunned, in silence for a few seconds and then this is what she said…
“Aren’t we blessed.”
I looked at her in silence for a few seconds. Oddly enough, that wasn't the word I would have chosen to describe my feelings about my nor her condition. She went on to explain that she had Crones Disease and diabetes.
“We all have something, don’t we?” she added.
Yes, we all have, or eventually will, have somehting, but it was her ‘aren’t we blessed’ that captured my attention.
And you know what? We are. When God has allows 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 knows 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 – this can often cause the bearer to see others in a more compassionate way because their own experience and understanding of pain and suffering has become deeply personal.
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, ugliest times. They have found that God is their joy and laughter truly is the best medicine.
I believe what my neighbor 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 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 because of the circumstances in my life and I've been 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 had 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 with this disease. Not only because of what I've learned through having PD, but having God through this journey with PD.