“Hand Mimi, Hand.”
Last year I had no idea how precious those words would be. I had no idea how much love and joy I would experience by one little hand grabbing onto mine and in his words asking to go marching along, singing a song… any ole song will do if you’re holding hands. Did you know you could march to “Away in a Manger”? Trust me, you can. “Six Little Ducks,” “The BIBLE,” “Deep and Wide,” “Running Over,” “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem”… they will all work just fine as long as you are holding the hand of a two year old.
Grasping hands in prayer
Holding a prized toy
Tearing into gifts
Playing on the piano
Holding a Book
Patting children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews
Petting our pets
Yes, even paying bills
Today I was able to unload the dishwasher. If you could have seen John’s expression… it was priceless. I was quick to point out that he shouldn’t get used to it. 😉
Each day is a gift. Each new thing I’m able to accomplish is a beautiful thing. We recognize how blessed and fortunate we are. My physicians and physical therapists are pleased at how my mobility continues to increase. Fatigue sets in very quickly and most jobs take much more time than what it would have in the past. But, I’m doing them. Strength is slow in rebuilding. But, you did read that right, it IS rebuilding.
Physical therapy has been marvelous. Yes, it hurts. It’s time consuming (2-3 hours a day). It’s exhausting. It’s demanding. We see increases and then declines, but I rebound quickly. Pushing through the discomfort and pain is worth it. Already my mobility far exceeds what was expected. We are so grateful!!
Just imagine, only five months ago we were not sure I would have an arm. Today, I unloaded the dishwasher. A few weeks ago, I wrapped all of our Christmas gifts. Two weeks ago I held and played with both of our grandchildren. It’s been a precious season in our lives. Many of the things that we didn’t know if I would ever do again… just the normal things… I’m doing. And that my friends is a gift from the Lord.
James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.
Our idea of “good gift” has changed. It’s not so much about the big things or dollars falling from heaven. It’s minutes, precious minutes. It’s holding the hands of sweet children. It’s playing. It’s laughter. It’s hearing the Word. It’s grasping hands with loved one’s in prayer. It whispering I love you’s. It’s quiet moments… time with your friends… reading a good book… Thank you Lord for loving us so by blessing us with so many gifts.
In the last few days we’ve heard from two more friends who are in the push and pull of cancer. One is having surgery tomorrow and needs your prayers. Several friends are pushing through chemo and radiation. Some are waiting on reports and test results. Others are battling through addiction and depression. Many are very, very frightened. Some are angry. I pray that each of you would be find a quiet place and find joy in the precious minutes in your life.
Remember, you may not know what challenges another person may be facing. Be gentle with one another.
We love you,
Cindy and John
ps. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry for being so slow about writing. I am setting up a blog. It’s been a bit time consuming. Eventually I plan to move the posts from here to it. When established it will be called “It’s Another Day of Grace.” Stay tuned. xoxo