Wednesday, April 27, 2016

The Season of Spring

Spring delivers new grass in a plethora of shades of green that grow all around us. Even dandelion leaves have their own green color. Tree leaves from the palest to the deepest green grow and their spectrum spreads concealing the limbs that support them.

New life and new beginnings come hand in hand for me.

After my spinal cord injury, my neurosurgeon said I would be bedridden, brain damaged, and ventilator dependent. He then offered my husband a way to let me die comfortably.

While in rehabilitation that spring, I watched treetops bud out and new green leaves burst forth through my second floor window. I received them as a word from God that I would not only live through the injury but I would have a new life.

My new life could not be without Jesus and it didn’t happen quickly. I suffered through guilt, fear, depression, and a gamut of emotional distress before accepting what God had to offer me.

I am C-4 complete quadriplegic. Paralyzed from my shoulders down, God has blessed me with some use of my arms. I wear a splint on my right wrist which holds different tools and gives me some independence in daily living. I use a power wheelchair and have a conversion van.

God calls me daily to be a witness for him. Whether in church, at a mall, or eating in a restaurant, I testify to people. I show my faith by how I dress, how I speak, and how I act. I talk about what Jesus has done for me daily with old friends and new.

I share my testimony to share the new life God gave me when I accepted Jesus and the new life God provided and I accepted after my injury.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” (2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV)

In Christ,

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Friday, April 1, 2016

My Cross

I found an old jewelry box at a yard sale years ago. It lay open with baubles and chains draped over it like a pirate’s treasure chest. While looking through the booty I spotted a shining gold cross. I gently untangled its dark chain and found the price tag. It read “$1.50”. I was elated as I made my purchase.

My joy dissipated on Sunday. I thought, “I’m not good enough to wear this beautiful cross.” Guilt and fear weighed heavy on my mind and the cross lay in my jewelry box.

I went on a Christian retreat three years later where I finally accepted God’s love and forgiveness for this sin-filled, moth-eaten child of God.

I began wearing my cross on Sundays. For eight months, I experienced a freedom that turned my sorrows into joy. I testified at every opportunity no matter where I was.

After my accident, I fell back into feeling unworthy. Paralysis left my body without sensation and uncontrollable. Depression wrapped its tentacles around my heart and soul choking life out of me. 

I came to myself through the immovable love and encouragement of my family and close friends. From then on, I wore that cross daily to remind me that Christ died for me.

I became ill a few years ago and stopped wearing my jewelry, as I didn’t get out of bed much.

One day I wanted to wear my cross. My caregiver and I couldn’t find it. I said, “Well, I hope whoever has it is blessed by it.

That cross can’t be replaced but no one can steal my faith. The empty cross is proof that Jesus lives and my faith is strengthened each time I see one.

In Christ,

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