The following post was written on February 25th just two days before my husband’s brain tumor was discovered. I’m just now able to publish it.
Raising awareness of many illnesses that are diagnosed is a crucial part of helping to bring hope to a community. We use colors of the spectrum to show how we support and acknowledge the cause of awareness which brings so much comfort to those who suffer. I have two brave friends who have bravely fought the scary color pink. Many more, myself included, struggle to heal with the vibrant TBI color green. I know a few beautiful ladies who battle purple which waves bravely as it fights chronic illnesses. My very own grandmother wore the purple hues of lupus for many years. But there is a new color I see now. A color I too am currently aware of as blending into the fabric of my days. It was the color of my favorite oversized BUM Equipment sweatshirt I wore as a teen. The color of my husband’s favorite polo he wore to church almost every Lord’s Day. The color of sunrises, and sunsets that give each day’s start and end rays of hope. The color of the kingly butterfly which soars into the sky every summer to keep our heads and eyes looking up. Today God is giving me hope as I wear this color. And today I’m wearing….
The color orange.
Friends, after 4 MRI tests, I have been diagnosed with a significant case of relapsing-remitting MS. The amazing MS specialist believes I’ve been suffering from it for over 5 years now, along with the difficulties of post-concussion syndrome. I’m so thankful that God heard my cries for help and answers. It’s a tough diagnosis but at least we know the core of what’s been wrong and why my health issues are worsening. Because I went so long undiagnosed or treated my MS has progressed to RRMS which has effected my ability to walk and my vision. Please pray for my family as we have a lot to think about and process as we carry on in our journey together.
I woke up a few mornings ago with these verses on my heart. Romans 8:28, Proverbs 3:5-6, Jeremiah 29:11. God is so good.
I’m so excited and humbled at the provision of our mighty God in every detail of life. Yesterday, as my newly employed husband (just hired on at the company he’s been a temp at…..Yes!!!) was setting down a pile of old blankets at our local donation spot at our community dump, something shiny caught his eye. He had actually debated just throwing the blankets away but thought twice and walked over to the small shack to find a spot to set them down. And there it was, sent directly to us from GOD…..
A smart gently used medline excell 2000 wheelchair. Just what I have been praying about, for months! I had looked online, asked family, asked friends but we could not secure anything and I was losing heart. So this morning when my husband brought it to my attention that he found a nice one for free…..I was overwhelmed by God’s faithfulness, goodness, and LOVE. Isn’t that just like our heavenly Father? Tears flowed down as I thanked Him over and over again for providing a way to go out and about. Not being able to walk much has limited my being able to be in the community. Walking is freedom. Having a wheelchair is freedom too!! I can be out again and no longer wonder if my legs will hold or if there is a wheelchair cart or place to sit down. I know most people wouldn’t want a wheelchair but that’s always been a part of my life having a mom with CP. It never phased me pushing her around places and I loved the times we shared. I’m so thankful to be able to spend more time with my husband and kids (with my mask on of course 😲) rather than sit at home while they go out. I’m still hopeful my legs will continue to heal but in the interim I am thankful for the chance to be mobile again. God is holding us all, friends and every detail is under His watchful, tender care.
Psalm 30:5b “weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.”
Thank you God for these gifts! They came directly from you Jesus and I praise you. My heart is overwhelmed with a sense of your love. You provided work for my husband after being a low-paid temp for so long. I am overwhelmed at the love you are showering down upon my family. Forgive me when I doubtyourprovision Lord. I know this job and wheelchair are from you as a direct token from your hands.