Yeah I know, I know -- You won't give me anything I can't handle ...

I've always loved the saying "Lord, help me to remember there is nothing that You and I can't handle together today."

Sadly, the entire quote is often left out for it ends with: "I just wish You didn't have so much confidence in me." I love that!

I don't make New Year's Resolutions -- unless you count my resolution to make no resolutions. I did, however, feel compelled to declare that this would be "my" year.


I took on 2016 as my personal year. I saw this as my season of healing: mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally. To a degree there is some truth in that. I had to physically heal from Shingles. There were all-time high issues with seasonal allergies. I got to be in the "miserable with allergies" group. That was great. It seems most of my opportunities for healing have been in the physical realm. I'm sure that is because I SO have it together in the other categories ...

Currently I get to understand better what it feels like for the numerous people in our culture who have to rely on walkers in order to well ... uh, walk. I had an appointment at my Orthopedic Specialist's office and I am convinced the "Better Living With Your Walker" convention was taking place there. I'm so glad I wasn't left out. I took my walker and shuffled right alongside a 90-year-old.

Ok so to say I shuffled alongside her is a bit of an exaggeration. She stayed ahead of me by at least three walker lengths the entire time. That was very special. My 52-year-old self wanted to haul off and hit me. Guess I need to keep working on the maturing of the emotional self.

What hit me is anyone's guess.
What I did to get hit is anyone's guess.
How long it will go on (expletive, expletive, expletive) I can't even begin to think that way.

They did an MRI on me last week. I go to the doctor tomorrow to find out the results of the MRI. I don't think I've ever looked forward to seeing the doctor as much as I have this appointment. You would think it was a Christmas countdown. Rather than "Only 16 Shopping Weeks Until Christmas" I have "three weeks until I go to the doctor" or "Three days until I go to the doctor". I have no doubt I will end up thinking "three hours until I go to the doctor" ...

I wish these were the days of Star Trek. I don't care how weird he/she looks. I just want to have Dr. So and So come up to me, run this little box that makes all kinds of cool noises
over me, get the diagnosis from the scan, and zap me with some instantaneous cure. 

It won't happen that way. Pretty sure of it.

You would think I had heart disease or some rare form of cancer for the way I'm carrying on. Nope --- it's a bum knee. That's it. But it's a darn painful bum knee. 

And I didn't need to grow in that area. I'm pretty sure I've always been grateful and appreciated my many opportunities to walk. I'm pretty much a hermit these days. I'm taking my own life -- and possibly others -- in my hands should I try and go out and fall. That would be BAD.

SO -- how have I grown from this?

I'm thinking
Thinking ...
Thinking ...
Thinking ...

I'll keep thinking on that ...
      ... and then I'll get back with you.

In the meantime I continue ...

Enjoying the Journey,

Debra

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.

In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your path straight.

Proverbs 4:5-6