I was feeling pretty good the other day. And I decided to hop on my seven year old daughter’s new bike. Lilli was so excited that she chased me around with the video camera! I was having fun with all the kids in the alley, running circles around all of them. Reese’s face lit up when she saw me as I circled her on her bike. “Mommy I want to ride with you!” As we rode side by side, she grinned from ear to ear. In the mean time, Lilli had run and gotten her old bike. She raced past me yelling, “Playground Mommy!” So we rode our bikes to the playground and threw them down to the ground. Seeing the monkey bars, I had this urge to try them. Not thinking, I grabbed the first one, then the second, and so forth. As I finished grasping the last bar, I dropped to the ground. And I was quickly reminded of my situation, by the shooting pain going up and down my right arm.
…My picc line.
Whoops! I didn’t think about that.
Wait, “I didn’t think about that!”
That means, the antibiotics… must. be. working.
Lilli looks at me in amazement and says, “Mommy I’ve never seen you like this!”
As I flashed back to the athletic, fun, free spirited Sarah that had become only a distant memory, I said, “You don’t know me.”
Lilli says profoundly, “Yeah, you’re right. All I know is that you are always in pain; you have Lymes Disease. And… you used to have food allergies.”
Ouch.
Then I began to think. Who knows that Sarah? My family. My friends from California. My friends from Virginia Tech. Thankfully, my husband remembers her.
But, all of my friend’s here, my church, my children, they don’t know that Sarah.
Most people don’t really see me as sick, because they don’t have anything to compare me to. The daily pain, the weakness, the memory loss are easy to hide in front of everyone except my husband and girls. They see the real thing. But as easy as it is to hide my sickness, I can’t do most things that I once did.
My body sets limits, where at one time I felt somewhat invincible.
My dear friends and readers, will you please encourage me in Christ today?
I saw a glimpse of what I once was, and I yearn for my children to know her.
Will you please leave a comment below? An encouraging Word for me?
Thank you my dear friends and readers.
…My picc line.
Whoops! I didn’t think about that.
Wait, “I didn’t think about that!”
That means, the antibiotics… must. be. working.
Lilli looks at me in amazement and says, “Mommy I’ve never seen you like this!”
As I flashed back to the athletic, fun, free spirited Sarah that had become only a distant memory, I said, “You don’t know me.”
Lilli says profoundly, “Yeah, you’re right. All I know is that you are always in pain; you have Lymes Disease. And… you used to have food allergies.”
Ouch.
Then I began to think. Who knows that Sarah? My family. My friends from California. My friends from Virginia Tech. Thankfully, my husband remembers her.
But, all of my friend’s here, my church, my children, they don’t know that Sarah.
Most people don’t really see me as sick, because they don’t have anything to compare me to. The daily pain, the weakness, the memory loss are easy to hide in front of everyone except my husband and girls. They see the real thing. But as easy as it is to hide my sickness, I can’t do most things that I once did.
My body sets limits, where at one time I felt somewhat invincible.
My dear friends and readers, will you please encourage me in Christ today?
I saw a glimpse of what I once was, and I yearn for my children to know her.
Will you please leave a comment below? An encouraging Word for me?
Thank you my dear friends and readers.
