There’s more intentional activity than when mom had her first debilitating stroke seven years ago. At the same time, we are all in a different place. Life already has changed because of the stroke before; mom did the mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual work to become as healthy as possible. Mom is repeatedly asked if she is a part of church. I ask her nurse for the reasoning the question is so frequently asked by doctors as well as physical, occupational, and speech therapists. She tells me, ” People who have faith help people keep their faith which is an integral part of healing.”
How many people are not healed because they live without faith? Mom is the poster child for faith. I’m encouraged. I have faith God is at work, even when it does not seem apparent: Faith is the assurance of things you have hoped for, the absolute conviction that there are realities you’ve never seen. (Hebrews 11:1,The Voice)
We begin our day praying in faith for the things we can’t see but know is our reality, recognizing there’s emptiness without God.
We commit the day to You. Our faith is in response to who You are and what You have done in our brokenness. We need Your guidance to help walk through the wilderness, helping us to focus on Your presence and power. We have faith You will continue the good work until the day of completion, giving words of faith to speak and courage to do what needs to be done. We pray in Your name with faith you have all power and authority, Amen.
Prayer is answered. There’s no question mom is experiencing a miracle of sorts as returning words are strung together, as there’s strength to not only be moved to a chair but the ability to sit for an extended amount of time, and as there’s an ability to take a few more steps with the help of the physical therapist.
We celebrate words, sitting, and steps. The simple things, we’ve once again took for granted, is the goal and the gift. When everything is stripped away, there’s a realization of what really matters.
The therapists take their time with mom, teaching her how to slow down and focus on the task at hand. This approach seems to make time slow down. The day seems to go on forever as we slowly make our way through the wilderness. When a medical professional walks in, we know there will be an evaluation, including a gathering of information of what life was like before this stroke. The repetitiveness is tiring. Yet, it’s clear there’s a need to intentionally focus with slow, methodical, repetitive practice in order to regain as much as possible and to manage any deficit.
We have faith we will move beyond the wilderness into the Promised Land despite how long it may take.
There’s a new strength needed, the strength to face the work of life, the strength to persist and persevere, the strength to have faith when it all seems like one long day. It’s what matters as we walk slowly through the wilderness.
We are helped by knowing we are not walking alone, grateful for those who commit to pray and love us through this time with and through faith.
Learning to Kickstart the day with God,
From my journal, February 18, 2013.
(Written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2013 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)