Oct 24, 2012

Cornwall


This is a painting that I did in Port Isaac, better known as Portwen from the UK drama, Doc Martin. We love this show as it reminds us of this vacation - it is one of the most picturesque places we have been. I painted this from the window of the room we stayed in, it was right on the harbour. It was so lovely, watching the boats and the tide going in and out. It is a working harbour and they brought in huge pots of snow crabs on a regular basis. Wish we could go here again, but now that it is well known, and we live in the US I don't think it is likely. Thankfully we can watch Doc Martin to relive those days.

Oct 22, 2012

How I want to live my life.

"What does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:8

There is nothing about MS that prevents me from trying to live by this.  My symptoms do not mean that I need to be rude, unkind or selfish. The fact that the Lord has loved me beyond measure is true, even though my body is failing. He gives me dignity, I do not need a puffed up ego. He treats me with kindness, I should know how to treat others, He cares about the poor and needy and I should too. My illness is a result of living in a fallen, broken world, not because God has rejected me. For this I am deeply thankful.

Oct 15, 2012

New Possabilities


This afternoon I had a moments awareness that left me feeling encouraged; I realized that I have improved at letting go of the things that I am unable to do. I have always been a can do girl, ready to whip out the hammer and to figure out solutions by myself. My secret identity of a female MacGyver has been like a badge that I would proudly shine in the mirror. "Yup, I can solve problems!"

But not so much any more. I have grimly held on to this idea of self as I have teettered on ladders, lugged heavy objects across the floor, grabbed on to furniture as I took the corner too fast and slid down the stairs on my behind.

So this is my public declaration: From now on I am letting the hot air out of my inflated pride, stepping back and taking a deep breath. I can now say "I can't do it" and be OK with it... most of the time. I am not a power house of a woman, but as I let this go (not that I ever was), I am comforted by the fact that I can hold my head up in the mirror and smile. I am still growing and learning as a person and God has not given up on me. There is a new world of possabilities available, even as my physical world slowly shrinks. It is never too late to learn new things and I can have fun trying. I am learning strength of character and I am not rolling over and dying, I'm just doing things differently.