Yesterday started out as a normal day with me going thru my typical routine of showering, getting dressed, etc.  I had to wash up a few dishes before making breakfast because my lazy butt didn’t wash the dinner dishes from the night before.  Well, I had to empty the dishwasher before adding a new load….  This chore is especially annoying to me because of having to put dishes in the cupboards above my reach.  It is very troublesome to lift myself out of the chair and keep my balance while putting plates, cups, bowls and glasses onto the cupboard shelves.  I was feeling frustrated and thinking about just eating a bowl of cereal so that I didn’t have to deal with any of this.   Instead, I sat there for a few moments and then I thought to myself…  “just try it – just try to stand on your own.”  And I really didn’t want to try because everything seems so hard sometimes and today I just didn’t want to have to deal with a failed attempt to do something.  In spite of what I was thinking, I decided to just try to stand up without using my hands to initiate the upward movement.   It was so hard and it certainly didn’t feel any different than my efforts on any other day…BUT THEN IT HAPPENED…. I felt my body get past the normal sticking point and the upward motion continued.  I was pressing into the ground so hard and squeezing my core muscles as hard as I could.  I said out loud “UP, UP, UP, UP” and I actually stood up!!!!!  It took a long time and I struggled at every movement but it actually all came together!!!!   I thought to myself, “was this a fluke?” so I sat down and attempted to do it again and again I was successful!  I stood at my kitchen counter, sitting down and standing up over and over and over again.  I did it enough times to assure myself that I had indeed conquered a new task.  I was really exhausted after that and didn’t feel like cooking my oatmeal so I decided on cereal after all – lol.

I opened the fridge to get the milk which was on the top shelf.  I stood up and broke down at the same time!   I stood there in the open refrigerator door and began to sob from deep within my soul.  I raised my hands in the air and began to praise and worship God for his never-ending love for me.  I cried because nothing else could release the joy in my spirit for God’s power and his promise of healing.

I cry because I’m happy!  I cry because I’m free!  Thank you God for loving me!