Monday, October 10, 2016

Let the children come to me

Luke 18:15-17
 "One day some parents brought their little children to Jesus so he could touch and bless them. But when the disciples saw this, they scolded the parents for bothering him. Then Jesus called for the children and said to the disciples, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the, Kingdom of God belongs to those who are like these children. I tell you the truth, anyone who doesn’t receive the Kingdom of God like a child will never enter it.”

I have always loved this passage because I love kids, but also because  I love the innocence of children.  How they just blanketing accept things and the love they show to everyone regardless of skin color or what you wear.   Mostly, I love children because they ask the questions adults want to, but don't because society has told them that it is not appropriate. 
Yesterday I was a wake for a family member and to be honest I hate funeral homes.  They are sad and dark, and smell funny.  .  However, God blessed me with the company of a 4 year old who was completely fascinated by my wheelchair. 

She started the conversation with me by leaning directly into my face and saying "get out of that chair."
 I said "I can't." 
The little girl said "get up."
I said "I can't my legs don't work as well as yours."  She tilled her head at me a little and smiled as if that made perfect sense.  Then she says " Are you a mother or a sister?"  At this point I am positive that her father wanted to crawl in a whole and die. 

Now as this was happening her dad was sitting close by tell her to stop asking me questions and to stop being rude.  I turned to him and said I'm ok don't worry it's ok.  Please understand I get that this little girl's father was trying to protect my feelings and that is really nice, but I don't need him to do that because that little girl was just trying to understand something new.  I wanted to answer her questions so maybe one day when her classmate uses a wheelchair or her co-worker or even a boy/girl she likes has one she might think it's cool.

She spent the entire time pushing my wheelchair back and fore through the entire wake and I have to tell you it was the best wake I have ever attended.  My point is that just like Jesus said we should all approach life like a child.  Ask the question, seek to understand what you don't know, and love as if everyone is your equal.  Take a lesson from a little girl who just wanted to check out the interesting lady in the wheelchair.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Learning to be a big girl

This blog is difficult for me to write because I have to admit something very personal to you.  I am scared basically all the time.  I put on a good face of being strong and able but the truth is it is completely fake.  So recently my boyfriend of 4 years and I broke up and I am faced with living on my own, which I have never done before.  I have lived with my parents, and lived with my roommate but never completely by myself.  I have learned a lot about myself in recent time.  First, I am completely capable for doing most things on my own.  Second, it is OK to ask for help when I need it from others, and third there are a million and one ways to get just about anything done.

I was worried that I would not be able to pick up dog poop on my own and dispose it.  We only have one poop station at our apartment building and it is up on curb so I cannot reach it.  Thanks to Amazon.com I found the perfect solution, flushable poop bags.  

https://www.amazon.com/Flush-Puppies-Flushable-Certified-Compostable/dp/B004K4ZV1K/ref=sr_1_2?s=pet-supplies&ie=UTF8&qid=1471712560&sr=1-2&keywords=flushable+poop+bags

I have used these for a week now and they are priced comparable to other bags, are just as durable, and do not clog the toilet.  They tear easy off the roll but they do not have scented bags and i wish the did.  
  Further I have learned that my apartment building has fabulous maintenance men who just about run when I call them.  Normally I would be so nervous about letting strange men into my apartment and I still am but I pray before they come in and I make sure that the dogs are on guard

The other day, Cody darned out the door other day and I freaked out.  I started to chase him around the complex and I was stared.  I prayed to God to make him come back.  When literally almost immediately two people came to help me and we were able to get Cody back in the house.  I am so blessed to have good neighbors and God to count on.

It got me thinking that I need to count on God to protect me and help me when I need it.  Also it I am capable and that people are flawed, so I have to count on God more than I do I people.  This is a harder life, I believe God will not fail me.