Walking

It’s not pretty, but...

Not in my power

I want to make sure God gets the glory here, not me. I never want anyone to think that one day I will walk because of all my hard work and therapists. It does and will take a lot of hard work from me, and God does use therapists, but God gets all of the credit. In my own power, even with all the hard work in the world, I cannot do this without God’s power. God gets the glory.  (Picture has nothing to do with anything. It just cracks me up.)

Current update

(Reposted from Facebook but current)

Update time: I have my first visit via video call with BARWIS Thursday. My faith is not in BARWIS though, let’s make this clear. 🙂 I am working on getting stronger in certain muscles and making the mind body connections. (About 4-5 hours most days!!)

I don’t have feeling on the right side of my body right now, so I use something called a PEMF (Pulsed Electro Magnetic Frequency) mat. I lay on it 2-3 times a day to recover and regain feeling (look them up, it’s cool). My feeling in certain muscles has started coming back but for some reason fades between treatments.

I am also working on standing, standing up and walking. I used to walk with a cane (and someone holding on), but the BARWIS lady thinks I’m strong enough without it. I’m a little freaked out walking this way, but keep working!

Prayer Requests:

1. PEMF therapy would have lasting results! That I would regain feeling in the right side of my body!

2. That my brain and body (especially hips) would calm down and work like they should when walking. 🙂

(You get a picture of gimpy because I have no other therapy pictures. This is my right hand, as far as it will open. We call my hand gimpy.)

Appointment

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Praise God! It was an extremely good appointment. The therapist really explained how the muscles work together, etc. We’ll officially be part of the program. This will entail working a lot on exercises based on the evaluation and what I need to strengthen. We will have video calls as often as we want, probably 1-2x week. And I’ll probably be back to Boca Raton several more times. She gave a lot of helpful pointers and was very impressed with all my muscles firing (shout out to all my past therapists!!). I am so excited for the first time about walking. It’s going to take blood, sweat and tears. (Maybe not, hopefully not, blood) I’m ready to do this. Thank you for the prayers and thank you God!

Woah!

(Reposted from Facebook)

I’ve listened to this song 5 million times and I even have it as my ring tone. In the car, on the way down to my appointment tomorrow, I see this for the first time.... 😊

Welcome back

(Reposted from Facebook over a week ago)

I haven’t posted on here in forever, however, I need prayers, accountability, and I know people care. Soo...

Prayer request - we watched the, true story, movie "7 yards", which is about a football player that experiences a spinal cord injury resulting in being wheelchair bound. He used the program called BARWIS, which is in south Florida. One of the things they specialize in is neurological re-engineering - and I have an appointment for an evaluation Friday. 😬😳 

Prayers that someone can finally help instead of just telling me "you\"re a miracle!" Every doctor I\"ve ever seen just tells me that I\"m doing so good for the hemorrhage I had, and have no suggestions on where to go from here. I know that God performed an amazing miracle but I want to do more. I\"m not content at status quo until God tells me to stop. 🙂 All that to say, hopefully BARWIS is able to do something!!

New Purpose

So.... I had a God moment last night. I sell Color Street nail polish strips now. (Never heard of Color Street? Click there) I sell Color Street and all my commissions go to charity. This month I’m donating it all to Samaritan’s Purse Hurricane Dorian relief. I have been doing this for a month. My epiphany, God moment, was that I had been selling Color Street and because I could, donating it to charity. I need to focus on being able/desiring to donate to charity so I sell Color Street. That might not make sense. But I need to be more focused on the people that the charity will help and less focused on selling. I need to focus on why I’m doing this, not on my sales. I still might not be making sense. But I was really convicted - I need to be earnestly lifting these lives up to The Father. More important than selling nail strips, is praying for the people! So, I am going to PRAY and sell all the harder with new purpose!!

If you want to help, first of all pray for the people of the Bahamas! Pray for them as they rebuild their lives. Pray that they will find God in all this. Second, consider donating directly to Samaritan’s Purse Hurricane Dorian relief or buy some Color Street! (Click on the words for direct links)

“Fight On, Fighter”

We went to the For King and Country concert last night and they sang the song, “Fight On, Fighter.” That song has always meant a lot to me, but they did something that was powerful during the chorus to represent that everyone with Christ living in them is a fighter. Video from the concert is below....

“Fight On, Fighter” by For King and Country

I was there on the day that you were changed
You were scared unprepared for the heartbreak
Everything you knew faded out of view
Stole a piece of you

If I could, oh, I would be your hero
Be the one who would take all the arrows
Save you from the pain, carry all the weight
But I know that you're brave

Fight on, fighter
Don't let anyone steal your fire
Fight on, fighter
The Spirit is alive inside ya, yeah

There's a part that you hold that you lock down
Let it breathe, give it wings, set it free now
Time to make your mark, break the prison bars
Show them who you are

Fight on, fighter
Don't let anyone steal your fire
Fight on, fighter
The Spirit is alive inside ya, yeah

Stronger than you than you ever thought
I know you're stronger
Braver than you were before 
You know you're braver
Oh, no, you don't have to be afraid
Together we'll face it
So don't ever stop no matter what 
'Cause you're gonna make it 

Fight on, fighter
Don't let anyone steal your fire
Fight on, fighter
The Spirit is alive inside ya, yeah
Fight on, fighter
Don't let anyone steal your fire
Fight on, fighter
The Spirit is alive inside ya, yeah

Our Journey to Find Elijah

I wrote this for something for a friend and thought I’d share...

My story starts back in 2008 when my husband and I tried to start a family. After a year we were given the wonderful diagnosis of infertility. We experienced the many cycles of hope and excitement followed by heart break, disappointment and tears. We underwent surgeries, tests and procedures   We also had an early loss miscarriage (this is when you are pregnant but miscarry so early that by the time you know you are pregnant, you’re miscarrying) that was very painful. During our struggles it was VERY painful to see anyone that was pregnant. Pregnant bellies and babies were all reminders of what I didn’t have. I wondered why they could have this seemingly unattainable dream and I couldn’t. Why was it so easy for some and so hard for me?!? Baby showers were too painful to attend. We finally heard those two words, “you’re pregnant”, in 2010, and our due date would be February 19, 2011. My belly starting growing (early because I was taking progesterone), we bought maternity clothes, felt comfortable telling people at the start of the second trimester, and rearranged furniture to finally make that nursery. 

At a routine 14 week appointment, they discovered there was no heartbeat. We were absolutely devastated. We scheduled another ultrasound for a week later, with a D&C the following day if there was still no heartbeat. We prayed HARD and we had the deacons at church lay hands on us (something it says to do for healing in the Bible). We were excited about that upcoming ultrasound and just knew God was going to receive so much glory when that baby had a heartbeat again. But that was not how it played out. There was no heartbeat and I had to have that dreaded D&C. The looming due date of February 19 brought me so much pain. My chest tightened when I saw that date as an expiration date for food or when I scheduled things on my calendar around that day. February 19 had a lot of pain associated with it. 

We waited the required time and when it was time to try again, really felt like God was telling us to wait. We had prayed during every step and just didn’t feel at peace with continuing anything. So we waited (story of our lives and the namesake of my blog, http://whilewaitingIWillWorship.blogspot.com) Rewind a couple years, I had read a book called “Adopted for Life: The Priority of Adoption for Christian Families and Churches” and told Barry he should read it. I put it on his bedside table and there it sat for several years. Contrary to my personality, I didn’t bug him about reading it. He didn’t want to adopt because he thought it was plan B, and didn’t want his child to feel like a plan B. Fast forward to the waiting period of no infertility treatments, he picked up the book (which God led him to do, not me) and by the end God showed him that adoption was not plan B at all. God was leading us to adopt and it was a perfect plan!

Fast forward again through all the paperwork, fingerprinting, home studies and more tears we were FINALLY in the social workers office in 2012 on the opposite side of the world, about to meet our now 14 month old son. The social worker shows us all of his paperwork, including his birth certificate revealing his birth date. February 19, 2011. Our unfulfilled due date, down to the exact day, month, and year!! Talk about God being in the details. He has received (and will continue to receive) so much more glory with HIS plan than with my plan. If I had gotten my way, I would not have received SO many of God’s blessings. I could not possibly imagine my life without my son! God took what once was such a painful date and COMPLETELY redeemed it. I wish I had really trusted that God was always in control. It would have saved me many tears!

Thankful

I have posted something like this before but I am going to again because it has been on my heart. I am so thankful for the stroke. I don’t for one second think, why me? The stroke has made me who I am. I don't wish it had not happened. It is so true what it says in Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Below is a list (not everything!) of the good that God has brought about or the things He has taught me as a result of the stroke.

Patience!!!

No control over my life - God is in control, God is over all the details (not in Russia, after both required trips),

Gods heart for His children

God's immeasurable love

experienced God as Comforter, Healer, Peace Giver

Was forced to put priorities in place,

closer walk with God,

constant dependence on God,

contentment, peace and joy despite circumstances,

constant prayer,

not to worry over little things,

God gave me time to spend with E and not rush around

life is short, not to worry/stress about the little things - don't let them get to me (I have been through worse, there are bigger fish to fry),

trust Him with EVERYTHING

Learned the principle of Sabbath; allowing yourself to rest and not be enslaved to busyness

Mom and dad moved close by; closer relationship with them and they have a relationship with Elijah, my mom is able to drive to Birmingham to be with her mom