Well, I'm continuing to clean and purge. I started going through all my boxes of Christmas decorations (and there are a lot) before, during, and now after the holidays. I never realized just how much stuff I owned! Shocking! I hauled three huge boxes to the Idaho Youth Ranch, and have the ARC coming next week for more! I've also set aside some things for St. Vincents. I decided to spread around the donations since I have so much to pass on.
I have had an amazing start to this New Year. I decided to participate in my church's annual "Daniel Fast". I am on a modified version, but have given up Pepsi, pastries, most sugars other than fruit, butter (that's a hard one for me), chips, snack crackers... on and on! I'm doing lean proteins, lots of vegetables, fruit, tea, and limited whole grains. Also, I'm spending time each day reading along with the scriptures the Pastor selected for us. It started with the fast, but we intend to continue reading our study Bibles, completing them by the end of the year.
The most important part of this experience was to set aside time to nurture my spirit. I spend more prayer time, as well as the reading. This isn't said as a "pat me on the back" because I'm being so devout. It's just where I am right now. I had been neglecting some areas of my spiritual life, so it was time for me to step up and make some changes.
It's like when I neglect areas of my home. When the maintenance isn't done, things may just fall apart. Life is hard enough when I remember to do my spiritual maintenance. Why leave myself even more vulnerable?
For those of you following my MS... I am still not on any MS therapies, which makes my neurologist unhappy. I am not at peace with the options they have given me. I do believe in praying for healing, which I do. I also have people who are constantly holding me in prayer. I believe in praying for wisdom for my doctors and that's where I am right now. Praying for their wisdom. Praying for me to know what the next step is. Praying that I could still have a miracle of healing. It is all in God's hands, and that is the one thing I trust in completely!
Blessings!
Nita Jo
Showing posts with label Do I Have To. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Do I Have To. Show all posts
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Sunday Scribblings... Do I Have To?
This is my first attempt at Sunday Scribblings. I wasn't exactly sure what was expected, but the following story is what came to mind when I read...
"Do I have to?" The words hung in the air between us. Me, confined to the sofa for another day of pain, and Bobby, 13 and frustrated. "No." I answered, meaning yes, please, can't you help out just this once. Years of giving in, not wanting my only child to suffer. Children should have fun. Isn't that right?
If I were a normal healthy mom, I would be doing the laundry and the cleaning myself. In the back of my mind I knew that I was doing him no good, but I couldn’t bear to see the hurt or the anger. It was easier to give in, to put the smile back on his face. I’d feel better later, and I could do it then.
It isn’t Bobby’s fault that I had that terrible accident. He deserved a mom without a disability; one who could have ridden bikes with him or tossed a ball around. Life had been unfair to him. Not that I thought it had been exactly fair to me, but what is fair anyhow? I knew dozens of people worse off that I was. Who was I to complain?
My attention focused back on Bobby, “No, you don’t have to, but it would mean so much to me if you would try. Just see how much you can accomplish in the next hour, then you can go to Jack’s house for a while.”
"But really? Mom? Do I have to do it now?" he pleaded.
"Yes. You really need to do it now, son."
The eyebrows went up, eyes rolled, but I held my ground. It was like I could hear Dad saying, “Now or never. Do you want to mold him into a man or keep him as your child for the rest of his life?” I thought of my brother. I knew it was time to step up. To require more, not for me, for him!
As he dragged his feet pathetically down the hall to the laundry room, I knew I’d answered his question in the best possible way.
Do I Have To
"Do I have to?" The words hung in the air between us. Me, confined to the sofa for another day of pain, and Bobby, 13 and frustrated. "No." I answered, meaning yes, please, can't you help out just this once. Years of giving in, not wanting my only child to suffer. Children should have fun. Isn't that right?
If I were a normal healthy mom, I would be doing the laundry and the cleaning myself. In the back of my mind I knew that I was doing him no good, but I couldn’t bear to see the hurt or the anger. It was easier to give in, to put the smile back on his face. I’d feel better later, and I could do it then.
It isn’t Bobby’s fault that I had that terrible accident. He deserved a mom without a disability; one who could have ridden bikes with him or tossed a ball around. Life had been unfair to him. Not that I thought it had been exactly fair to me, but what is fair anyhow? I knew dozens of people worse off that I was. Who was I to complain?
My attention focused back on Bobby, “No, you don’t have to, but it would mean so much to me if you would try. Just see how much you can accomplish in the next hour, then you can go to Jack’s house for a while.”
"But really? Mom? Do I have to do it now?" he pleaded.
"Yes. You really need to do it now, son."
The eyebrows went up, eyes rolled, but I held my ground. It was like I could hear Dad saying, “Now or never. Do you want to mold him into a man or keep him as your child for the rest of his life?” I thought of my brother. I knew it was time to step up. To require more, not for me, for him!
As he dragged his feet pathetically down the hall to the laundry room, I knew I’d answered his question in the best possible way.
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