Loss of balance is now the norm. I’ve learned to take a cloth with me so when my hand trails the walls, I won’t leave smudges. When I hand wash dishes, I make sure they’re unbreakable. When I need to remember specifics, I write them down so when I forget them—because I always do—I won’t feel guilty.
I had a brain tumor. When doctors found it due to a me having a massive seizure, they told me I only had ten days to get my affairs in order. No promises on the type of life I’d have after surgery. Not even promises I’d make it through surgery at all.
Now that new life is just what I do. It isn’t new anymore. But I’m thrilled to have my limitations because they remind me that I could have lost it all.
God’s been with me through everything and I will forever be grateful for his mercy and grace.
What about you? Whatever limitations you may have, try to see the good. It’s there—somewhere.
“… I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. 8 Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Cor 12: 7b – 10 NIV