Long Roads

  

Today is hopefully my final orthopedic surgeon appointment where he tells me that I have the green light to do any activity I want 🙂

This has been a very long journey, starting back at the very beginning of January when I dislocated my shoulder during some snowboarding. When I think of all of the things related to my shoulder that have transpired since the original injury, it has indeed been a very long journey that’s including multiple international trips, surgery, weeks of sleeping on the couch, hours of physical therapy with my steady & divinely supportive husband walking patiently with me through all of this journey. 

Sometimes we experience pain & trauma in our lives & we want a quick fix or miraculous healing – instant transformation would be supremely awesome! But alas, it seems to me that Holy Spirit more often walks us through some long roads with incremental progress: bits, pieces, parts & steps. Perhaps the Holy Spirit chooses the long road for our healing to have the maximum quality of intimacy with us. Just something to consider on your journey this day 🙂

Getting Cozy with Help

  

 

 I don’t like asking for help, not at all. I’m very independent & entirely appreciate doing things in my own, full stop. So, if you’re like me, or know someone that specializes in being independent, this blog might be enlightening, maybe.

Last week, I had surgery on my shoulder to repair some damage from a stupid snowboarding accident. Since the surgery, I’m confronted with some choices: 
*I can ask my daughter to help me or I can be clothing impaired, at best ,) 
*I can ask for help with cooking or we can all eat microwave popcorn, kind of
*I can get some help with the pain or be cranky & unsocial
* I can get used to asking for help or just grit my teeth for a season & hope that no one obliterated in the meantime
All this to say that Jesus called the Holy Spirit our Helper. So for me, when I’m independent minded, I find myself resisting Who the Holy Spirit is in my life: the Original Help 🙂

Metaphors & Vicodin

  Yesterday I had some work done on my shoulder to repair damage from a snowboarding accident & today I’m trying out the power of Vicodin. I’m not really a pain pill person & I could probably count on one hand how many Advil I take in any given year, so needless to say, this stuff is a brave new world. Combined with the Vicodin adventure, I just read a blog that seemed to be a little overdosed with metaphors (note to self: I’m very guilty of overdosing my blogs with metaphors). 

Pain seems to make metaphors evaporate or  possibly turn into frightening fantasies if drugs are involved. With all that being said, I’m super grateful that Jesus came in the flesh to more than medicate the pain of humanity. Jesus came to:
*carry our grief
*remove our pain
*forgive our shortcomings
*replace our weaknesses with His strength
*give us another Helper
*raise us from dead living to eternal life
*heal our brokenness 
*cure the human condition 
And so much more – way better than Vicodin & metaphors ,)