Monday, June 24, 2019

Don't Spill the Beans

My mother and I used to play the game "Don't Spill the Beans" when I was a kid. Each player took turns carefully adding a bean to the top of the pot, trying to keep it balanced so it would not tip over and spill the beans all over the table.

Original game photo. We just bought a bag of kidney beans to use.
This game seems like the perfect image for how the last few weeks have felt. In general, I am not an emotional person. I probably shed a few tears once per quarter, and have a good cry once a year or so. Most days my logical side tells me tears won't help, so don't waste energy crying, but then I go through a rough patch. Besides my regular chronic pain and neurological issues, which start my pot off with a handful of beans already, things tend to mount quickly.

Side effects from new high blood pressure medicine - add another bean.
Frustration and disappointment from a body that can't do what I used to do, or what I would really like to do - another bean.
Frequent headaches and migraines - bean.
Cancelled plans - bean.
Financial burden of disability, more pain than normal, weight gain, lack of quality sleep - bean, bean, bean, bean.

It isn't long before I feel my emotions begin to tip to one side, and despite my best efforts to level them out, things tip too far, and streams tears down my face, like the pot dumping all the beans all over the table. I am currently feeling like my pot is about to tip again.

If you are familiar with the game, as soon as the pot tips, emptying all the beans, it swings back and forth slightly a couple of times before it levels out and stops moving.  Just like a good, cleansing cry can swing our emotions, but afterwards there is a calm. All the stress and trials seems to have been washed away, and God graciously rights His vessel once more. He steadies us, having eased our burdens, comforts us and gently reminds us of the joy of our salvation. Christ, who bore the awful load of our sins, takes all our beans (our hardships) upon Himself, gives us a lighter load to carry. May we all be an empty vessel, willing to spill all of our beans into Jesus' loving arms, and look to Him alone for grace, strength and comfort in difficult periods of life.

One day there will be no more pain, or tears, but for now I pray that I will be an empty vessel, willing to be filled and used by God, for His glory. I am beyond grateful for the gift of eternal life, and the hope that I have found In Him. He provides exactly what I need, when I need it.

I thought I would finish with the words of the Heidelberg Catechism question #1:

          Q. What is your only comfort in life and death?

          A. That I am not my own, but belong with body and soul, 

               both in life and in death, to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ. 
               He has fully paid for all my sins with his precious blood,
               and has set me free from all the power of the devil. 

               He also preserves me in such a way that without the will 
               of my heavenly Father not a hair can fall from my head; 
               indeed, all things must work together for my salvation. 
               Therefore, by his Holy Spirit he also assures me of eternal life 
               and makes me heartily willing and ready from now on to live for him.

What "beans" are piling up on your pot? Look to Christ today, and give them all over to Him, before they spill all over the place!

Until Next Time~
Shari



Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Opening A Can of Worms

I have hesitated writing about this particular subject, but now that I am a couple years out from the event, and with my current observations, I decided it was time. An alternative title might be "Grace and Education" since that is my hope....to educate, but also to extend grace to myself and others as we learn.

I have frequently pointed out issues to my friends that I have experienced as my disability has progressed. One example would be my disdain of the step-on garbage cans in handicapped bathrooms. HOW is someone in a wheelchair (or with no balance, no legs, or whatever) supposed to step on the foot pedal and open the garbage can to toss out the paper towels??? There are dozens of things like this that I have figured out as I go. I put these items in the category of "you don't know until you know". Nobody has a reason to think through all the scenarios that could arise, nor would we be able to think of ALL the possible differences, before we plan, design, or implement an idea. But, for the one person for whom the problem exists, it is a trouble spot. I run into these dilemmas many times a day.

I have tried to remember to extend grace to others, because I do know people want to help. People have generally responded well when I point out problem areas (although most of them don't change when I visit the location again). I am not a dogmatic disability activist, but I would like to lovingly help others to think through things they don't know until they know.

One of the things I have noticed as my disability has become more visible, is the look of pity that I get. I am sure most people don't even know they are doing it, but it is obvious when you're on the receiving end. Recently, I have ventured out alone to some stores, now that I have a van and am a little more independent. Times like these are when I notice the pity look the most. People rush over to hold doors, clear aisles, and the like, all while their face (and sometimes even their mouths) say "awww, poor thing." I am stubbornly independent, but I am also in pain, and starting to have trouble with my arm and hand strength so, in many ways, I am just thankful someone opened the door, or cleared the path, so I didn't have to struggle so much. However, there are many (perhaps even the majority) of people with a disability who are strong, capable, and independent. We do not need or want your pity, even when we could use your help. If I can turn this post into a learning experience, then the first lesson is that you should ask someone if they would like help. You wouldn't rush over to a able-bodied person, and grab the door out of their hand to open it the rest of the way, so don't do it to a person with a disability.

Basically, just treat all people the same. Easy peasy! Okay, not really. Everything we do is tainted by sin. Even our best efforts to help others are mixed with wrong motives. Many times I get the "pity look" as someone opens the door for me, and it is quickly followed by this look (or sometimes an explanation to a child) that says "I am so awesome for helping the poor, crippled woman." I try not to be oversensitive, or read things into a situation that aren't there. The truth is my response is tainted by that same sin nature. This all reminds me of an article I posted on FB a few years ago about "volun-tourism". We travel to a third world country, hug some orphans, hand out water and candy, build a home, and go on safari. It was pointing out our tendency to use a missions trip as a photo op. We go back home a week later with great photos and feeling good about ourselves for "helping those poor people". I have done this too, but we quickly go right back to our American life of excess, and the other people we just thought we "helped" have not had any actual change in circumstances.

(More useful tips and disability etiquette links are listed below. In addition, I added some info about the trend in volun-tourism, since they explain the issue much better than I do. Please take a few minutes and browse some of the highlights!)

This segue brings me to the story I haven't talked about. A few years ago, my husband and I attended a camp aimed at families who have a member with special needs. In a lot of ways, we probably went there with the volun-tourism mentality. We were going to go serve the families struggling with the pressures of dealing with special needs. We learned a lot about disability etiquette there for the first time. As a person with a disability, I was overwhelmed seeing families embraced, loved, and served by many volunteers. I wrote about my experience, and my growing pains, as God revealed ugly truths in my own heart. It was painful, and wonderful, all at the same time. This was also a week of learning to extend grace. If you know me, you know my middle name is Organization. Dealing with a dis-ability is not as hard for me as dealing with dis-organization. That old post shows how I struggled to find a spot to serve, or to help without making it about me. By the end of that week, I felt I had found my niche, and for the first time felt that I could be useful despite my disability. And then....

A year later we signed up to serve again, but we would end up never going back. Turns out that even an organization built on serving families with disability has trouble doing the one thing they talk about a lot: co-laboring. They are absolutely wonderful at making families feel loved and welcomed. Many of these families think this camp is the best week of the year, and we need more places like this! The trouble is that there is still a disconnect when it comes to the able-bodied people helping dis-abled people (or differently-abled, if you prefer).

Like any week of service or missions, we show up expecting to help and bless the less fortunate. Even if we don't want to think or talk about it, it shows in our faces, actions, words. When we went to sign back up to serve again at this camp, there were issues, many that I will not discuss publicly, but the one I will talk about is the fact that they asked me to return as a camper, not a volunteer. It was brought up that we could come as a family and be served, and relax for the week.

While this was super heartbreaking for me, because it was the one place I actually felt useful, but I don't bring this story up for that reason. I want to talk more about our tendency as humans to help others to feel good about ourselves, instead of helping people who need/want our help. It is not wrong to open a door for someone, but honestly, do you do that for everyone, or deep down do you think the person with a disability needs you to do it? Basically, I am asking you to truthfully evaluate if you treat people the same. This requires some soul searching and brutal honesty with yourself. I would venture to say that we all do this very thing. Whether it is physical, or intellectual, there are areas in our lives that we feel superior, even if that is not a thing we would say to someone. We have those moments of thinking we could do something faster, or figure something out better, than someone else.

What it boils down to actually, is the fact that we all need to be more aware of our motives, our sin, and remember that we all have strengths and weaknesses, but none of us wants someone else rushing over to "fix" our problem. We can come together, find a place where we can work shoulder to shoulder, utilizing each other's God-given strengths, and do so to the glory of God.

Missions and service projects are fantastic, and I am not trying to say to not do them. My point is more about really learning to co-labor, whether it is in the disabled community, or a village in Africa. Ask how or what you can do to help, and roll up your sleeves, side-by-side with the others, and work together. I want you to serve, but I mostly want you to understand that a week at a camp may not be the best way. Only you can prayerfully decide how and where to spend your time and gifts, but be intentional and educate yourselves before you do.

I am thinking of the old saying:

Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime.

In order to truly do that though, you have to be willing to talk and listen. Find the areas in an individual's life where they could use your giftings, and show up. Opening a door for me at Kohl's might be just fine, but maybe what I really need is help with shopping. A meal might be great, but I may have a refrigerator full of food, and a dozen loads of dirty laundry. This type of service and love involves more. More knowledge, more love, more dying to your own interests, and looking more to the interest of others. It is not about feeling good about yourself, but about laying your life down in service to another. This all takes lots of grace, love, and forgiveness. It also takes time to educate yourselves. (Please check out some of the resources listed below)

I will finish with these words from Philippians 2:1-8:

"So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.   And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross."


Until Next Time~
Shari


Resources:

Disability-

  1. "Interacting With People With Disabilities"
  2.  Etiquette and Language Tips
  3. "Introduction to Disability Etiquette


Volun-tourism-

  1. "The Reality of Voluntourism"
  2. "The Business of Voluntourism"
  3. "As Voluntourism Explodes In Popularity, Who Is It Helping The Most?"



(Please note this links are to outside resources, and all the information/views are not mine, but are provided here to educate you more on this topics.)

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Pinball Wizard

Pinball gets a bad rap. Whenever I hear a reference to it, it is often in regards to feeling like the ball, being knocked around, seemingly senselessly. What if we changed our focus? What if we instead think of the pinball wizard? We could recognize the amount of skill and coordination the game takes. We can admire the knowledge of physics and geometry needed to do well. We could see the gentle touch used. Appreciate the wisdom to know when to use force sparingly and with precise timing, without seeing the dreaded "tilt". There is a true rhythm to the game, where the ball is not a helpless victim, but a willing participant. A tool used in reaching the goal.

None of my analogies are perfect, but I do get these crazy ideas that help explain my life! I will admit, I have felt like that poor, metal ball being whacked about, just trying to get in the safety of that hole at the bottom of the game, not realizing that would be game over.

I have had so many migraines in the past few weeks, in addition to everything else, that it is hard not to feel like that ball. Then, one day this song got stuck in my head, and I started thinking. What if I stop focusing on the ball, and instead focus on the fact there is a pinball wizard moving the ball exactly how, when, and where he wants to?

A change in perspective can give us a change in attitude. While God is not a "pinball wizard" and I don't believe God is whacking us around a game board, I do know that every move my life takes is a planned move. God is gently nudging me, directing me, keeping me from that darkness of that hole that appears quiet and safe at the bottom of the pinball game. He keeps me from falling in the pit. God's loving care keeps me going, gives my hope, directs my path. I do not need to worry that our lives will go "tilt" as 2 Corinthians 4:8-9 promises:

"We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed."

Praying my migraines cease, but so very thankful for the loving, rubber bumpers that the Lord uses to steer me away from paths I should not take. He uses the gentle touch I need. I can trust I won't be crushed or destroyed, even if there are difficult times. 

Until Next Time~
Shari