Tag: Coping

  •  "Life Happens," they say. Catastrophes happen, too.

    Fears we stuff down during the day haunt us at 2 a.m. Questions like, If that were true for me, could I handle it?

    That's on my mind because of what happened to friends I'll call John and Mary. These two were driving home from vacation Blog. Woman crying. 7.12 on a summer day. No speeding. No alcohol or drugs. Suddenly their car spun out of control on a curve and slammed into a highway guard-rail. Most of the impact was on the right-front corner of their new SUV.          

    Mary's side.

    John walked away. Mary was helicoptered to the nearest trauma center. Doctors could not repair her mangled legs and amputated both of them below the knee.

    Mary's life will never be the same. Neither will John's.   

    Like so many other friends I'm praying God's healing and comfort. Courage, too, for both of them, every day.

    Courageous people seldom see themselves as heroes

    For another wonderful couple I know, let's call them Jim and Jenny, this scenario is familiar territory. When she was a young mother Jenny contracted a type of flesh-eating bacteria.

    Doctors gave them a choice: Her legs or her life. They chose life.

    Surgeons severed her legs well above the infected area, up to her knees. Since then Jenny's prosthetic legs and her walker have been her best buddies. Together this young couple coped, reared their children and made a warm, loving family life.

    When asked individually how they got through it, each one said something like, "Well, we knew God wouldn't give us more than we could handle. So we just prayed and kept going."

    Tragedy strips away pretenses

    After years of happy marriage, Mary and John face the same kind of challenges as they adjust to this new reality. John reports that Mary already is receiving physical therapy. She already can transfer herself from the bed to a wheelchair and will be fitted with prosthetics. After transfer to a long-term rehab facility in another city she's amazing therapists. They predict she'll be walking and driving within six months.

    John thanked friends for their support and prayers, then closes his update with this sentence:

    "Our lives have changed but we will move forward doing what we want to do in a different way."

    When everything else falls away, it's what's inside that counts

    Jesus talks about that in Luke 6:45:

    Out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.

    My friends have an inner reserve on which they draw.

    If we continually put the Good Stuff in it's like "filling our tanks," a reserve of courage beyond our own. Then we'll be ready for every day, whatever it brings.

    I've found it helpful to underline Bible verses that speak to my heart so I can find them more easily. Verses like these remind me I'm not alone.

    But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.                                              —2 Corinthians 4:7-9

    So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.                         –Isaiah 41:10

    As you read your Bible mark verses you love. Think of them as your internal armor (Ephesians 6:10-18.)

    Then when the what ifs come in the night, repeat them and let them balm away your fears. Peace, be still.

    Love,

    Lenore

     

  • How do you see the glass of your life? Is it half-full or half-empty?                                   Blog. glass_of_water half full. 1.23

    Every day of our lives, we choose. 

    We can focus on what have or on what we lack. Give thanks for what is or wail about what is not.

    Truth is, we decide what kind of life we're living.

    That makes no sense, especially in the middle of a hard time, right?

    Wrong. It makes perfect sense. Why make a bad situation worse by holding a never-ending pity party?

    I know a woman who as a teenage girl heard her doctor announce, "You have Muscular Dystrophy. I'm sorry, but there is no treatment and there is no cure."

    That was more than forty years ago. Since that dark day "Mary" has experienced the progressive weakening of her body. She and one of our daughters have been friends since both were in their twenties. Whenever I go to visit that daughter I also see Mary and I've observed the progression of her M. D. At this point she astounds her doctors just by being alive. In order to remain in her home she depends absolutely on the help of caregivers, family and friends.

    They all love her. So do the paramedics who sometimes rush her to the hospital, as well as her doctors and nurses.

    Why wouldn't they? Mary accepts the facts of her life without bemoaning her fate. Her smile is as wide as a house and her sense of humor never fails. Through it all, she maintains her feisty spirit and exudes life.

    I never heard Mary complain. Her faith in a loving God remains strong and her eyes reveal the peace within her.

    Mary spends her days in a motorized wheelchair and accepts various physical indignities calmly. Does she ever give in to frustration? Of course. She's no plaster saint. Does she take it out on caregivers and people who love her? Not by all accounts. Despair may come knocking, but if so, she apparently refuses to answer the door.

    Her horizons broadened some years ago when friends installed a user-friendly E-mail program she could manage. She promptly became an E-mail champ, exchanging messages with people all over the country. Since she had unlimited time, she became the go-to person for Google research.

    When holding books and newspapers on her own became impossible TV viewing seemed the only way to fill her days. Kindle changed all that. Once again the wider world opened up to her. Mary quickly became the authority on which new book(s) to read.

    This past year her increasing weakness threatened to cut all this short. Then came the I-Pad. Now once someone places a stylus in each of her hands she can E-mail, watch movies or read a wide assortment of books, plus several newspapers.

    Nevertheless, most of us would consider her glass half-empty. 

    Not Mary. She focuses on the fullness of her life, the gift of modern technology and on friends and family who take her places and treat her with love. Mary would say she knows a blessing when she sees one.

    Each of us deals with our own set of challenges and our own testings every day. Yet the question for us is the same as for Mary: How will we choose to perceive our lives?

    One thing more. Mary calls on God to get her through her days. We can, too.

    God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble . . . I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me.

    –Psalm 46:1; Philippians 4:13

    What do you think? Comments, please.

    Here's to having eyes that see the fullness in our lives,

    Lenore