Fighting

I'm sorry I'm not better at this whole blogging thing. Life gets in my way, and I forget to take the time to sit down at our computer (yes, we still have an old desktop PC) and type. Lately, my life has been filled with pain, literally. You see, on Monday, January 10, while watching the most awesome team in college football history play the most awesome game in college football history, I managed to injure myself. This probably doesn't surprise most of you. As you probably know, I have a long history of unusual injuries. Anyway, it was the very end of the game when Michael Dyer ran the ball back for what we all thought was a touchdown. I jumped up off the couch cheering. I jumped up and down a few times, and then "POP!!!" and down I went. My knee popped and immediately swelled. With the adrenaline of the game, I didn't have too much pain initially. After a few hours it hurt so badly I could not sleep. Long story short, I've torn my ACL and have a couple of tibial fractures. When I do something, I do it all out. I am now waiting for the fractures to heal and start rehab in a few days. Then it's back to the doctor on January 28 to decide if I have to have surgery.
It seems as though this injury came in God's perfect timing. (Don't all things come that way?) You see, we are in the middle of  a sermon series at church called "Five for the Fight." You can learn more about it www.five4thefight.com or better yet, come to church tomorrow. We're learning five scriptures to help us with our daily spiritual fights. My fight has been my worry and wonderful ability to throw an amazing pity party. I haven't had what a lot of people would call an easy life, as an adult I mean. Our family faces many struggles, as do most of you probably. Well, I try not to dwell on that, but it seems like every time something good happens, something bad also does (like Auburn winning and me blowing out my knee!). Through this series, Pastor Rod has taught me that I shouldn't dwell on that. I should continue to fight. I can't let my circumstances get me down when I have so much to live for, especially my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 
The scripture verses have ministered to me so much. We recite them each week and get a little prize. Even the kids get to recite them for prizes. Cate is doing so well and really loves doing it. At the end, there is going to be some big surprise. I can't wait to see what it is. I wish you all could hear the sound of my beautiful 3 (almost 4!) year old daughter's voice saying, "The Lord will fight for you. You need only to be still. Exodus 14:14." That's this week's verse. She has learned three verses over the last three weeks and remembers them all. If it takes a blown out knee for me to regain perspective and see that there is so much good in my life, then I'll deal with it. I'm so grateful for our church home and the people in our life who love us so much. God is good! And I will keep on fighting!

1 comments:

Amanda Blankenship said...

I totally know what you mean Barbara. Before Jaliana died (back in November) I remember taking little things for granite or not truly being 100% appreciative of the blessings in my life. I would think, "Oh, I am living with a friend as a roommate now, my kids don't have their own rooms, Jaliana keeps me up all night", and I would easily just be wanting to change everything instead of embracing the blessings that I do have... like that fact that my children and I have a nice home to live with a roof over their heads, heat to keep them warm, food in their mouths, A room for all their toys and places to lie their heads and sleep at night, and instead of feeling blessed to have the opportunity to be up with Jaliana at night, to be able to comfort her and love her and hold her at night, I just wished and longed for the day when I could go one night without having to, for the sake of getting more sleep. Wow, how perspective changes once there is no more baby to wake you up at night and all you long for is that crying, that need, the smell of her hair as I held her in my arms. Now I long for her to wake me up at night, more than anything in my whole life! Life is a journey and there are no re-do's, if I could go back and hold her more, love her more, kiss her more, I would do it in a second. I know your journey as an adult has not been that easy but if I've learned anything throughout this journey with fighting for my kids' health it would be to slow down and embrace the journey, however hard it is because at the least they are still here, still loving, still smiling, still touchable, and once it's gone, it's gone forever! So Embrace the Climb! Sometimes we have to climb the mountain first but to those that make it the view is worth it. Love you so much Barbara!