This article was originally published in November of 2015 as part of my Autobiography With Purpose series. I wanted to reprise it today in celebration of my birthday. May it cause you to praise God for His grace and sovereignty.
She suffered two miscarriages, and then her son was stillborn. As soon as she knew she was pregnant with me, Mom obeyed the doctor’s orders by staying in bed–flat on her back–during the entire pregnancy.
When I still hadn’t arrived by the tenth month, Mom found little humor in a friend’s comment: “I thought only elephants gestated this long!” My mother, usually a stickler for proper etiquette, retorted, “Oh shut up!” as she slammed down the phone. She felt frustrated and undoubtedly fearful. At age 37, she had little time left for her dream of being a mother to come true.
But my September 30, 1953 arrival, a full month after the due-date, failed to be the joyous occasion my parents had expected. Because I weighed only five pounds and Continue reading
Being mainstreamed into “regular school” during junior high and high school didn’t totally remove me from the school for “orthopedically handicapped” children. I’d spend mornings at “regular school,” and then I’d have to return to the special school for the afternoons. I didn’t much like going back, but that was the prevailing wisdom in the late 60s and early 70s.
Midway through my sophomore year of high school, the Lord brought me to salvation. I talked openly about my newfound faith at both schools. A girl at the special school seemed especially interested, and began attending Tuesday evening Bible Studies with me.
This girl had the same type of Cerebral Palsy that I have, although her speech defect Continue reading
Up until three weeks before our wedding, John and I lived 3000 miles apart from each other. At about 3:30 p.m. California time every day, he’d send an Instant Message on AOL (hey, we were scarcely out of the 90s, when AOL still ruled the internet) and we’d spend the next few hours chatting online. If he had to end the conversation before Mom had dinner ready, I’d kill time by playing solitaire on my computer.
You need to understand that I’ve never had much use of my hands, so card games posed a challenge. When my sister and I played Old Maid, Fish or the few other games I could manage, she’d wedge my cards (without looking) between a shoebox and its lid, mentally numbering the cards from her left to her right. To play a card, I’d call out the number. Sometimes I’d forget to number them from my right to my left, causing all sorts of frustration for both of us.
Needless to say, solitaire games were — I can’t resist typing it — not Continue reading
I looked forward to blogging this week, mostly because so many of you gave me such positive feedback on the article I wrote Friday (thanks for your encouragement). At 3:00 a.m. yesterday morning, however, the area that I fractured last December started hurting again. Of course, this week I have to finish some work for my church, so staying in bed to rest that area posed a bit of a problem.
Thankfully I worked things out so that I can finish things this evening and stay in bed the next few days. I believe I’ll feel much better after resting a few days (enjoying Animal Planet and YouTube sermons).
But bedrest means time away from my computer, which in turn means that I will be unable to blog until at least Friday. I’ll also be unable to gather Saturday Sampler links this week. I don’t know if this forced hiatus disappoints any of you, but it certainly disappoints me! As much as I love the fur babies on Animal Planet (when you can’t have pets yourself, you take anything you can get), I look forward to digging into God’s Word with you.
Getting older certainly is a nuisance, isn’t it?
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I have a blog post in mind that I’ve been thinking about since June 17. Things changed on June 18 when I agreed to post An Open Letter To Beth Moore. In the fallout following that post, I wrote articles to address the responses (and vitriol) my co-signers and I received as a result of our questions.
Last week I felt too tired to do the post I’d planned. That, and I just didn’t sense that the timing was quite right. 4th of July was coming, and I wanted to celebrate! I also wanted to caution American readers against incorporating our patriotism into our worship of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Friday I was physically tired as well as uncomfortable in my wheelchair. When I’m not positioned properly, typing is enormously difficult, particularly the intensive typing required when I write a blog post. For me, blogging is highly physical work. I love doing it, mind you, but I often get tired and sore from doing it.
As Michelle Lesley’s timeline of events with Beth Moore shows, Friday and Saturday were very busy days for those of us involved in the Beth Moore saga. Ironically, Beth’s two-sided “explanation” of her views on homosexuality bring me back to the blog post I’ve wanted to write since June 18.
So I went to bed last night looking forward to writing that blog at last.
Then this morning my Personal Care Attendant called out. With me lying helplessly in bed, John frantically started calling our back-ups. We had a 10:30 interview with someone to fill in the next two weekends while my weekend PCA is on vacation. As it ended up, she came and got me out of bed. It went well enough that she stayed to do paperwork for the temporary job. Praise God for His provision!
But by then I’d lost two hours of my day. Doing the article I’d planned was absolutely out of the question. So I have to hope that tomorrow accommodates my plans a bit better.
The heart of man plans his way,
but the Lord establishes his steps. ~~Proverbs 16:9 (ESV)
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Yesterday I read several chapters in Proverbs, carefully noticing all the verses on the sinfulness of anger and being a quarrelsome wife. I know all too well how weak I am in both areas. So I thought I approached them with humility, acknowledging my failures to honor the Lord by controlling my temper and respecting John.
Yeah, well. The wheelchair vendor put John in his new chair a few hours after I read those Scriptures. The new chair has multiple problems — far too many to enumerate here — that seriously impact John’s health. We’re talking life-threatening issues.
To make matters worse, his current wheelchair Continue reading
Like most physically disabled Christians, I’d be quite wealthy if I had a nickel for every time someone quoted the closing phrase of Isaiah 53:5 and/or the last sentence of 1 Peter 2:24 as proof texts that I should get out of my wheelchair and start walking. Usually, the people misquoting these verses implied (whether intentionally or unintentionally) that I failed to appropriate an immediate benefit of Christ’s work on the cross.
Looking back, I can easily see the spiritual abuse I endured because people misapplied the phrase, “By His wounds we are healed.” I doubt anyone actually meant to be abusive toward me, and I hasten to defend their motives. Nevertheless, they most certainly stand guilty of Continue reading