Health

I have learned in order to take care of ones self, it is just as important to recognize the need for mental check-ups as physical.  The brain is an organ of the body, yet it is the most ignored.  Stress is a real antagonist and mental disorders can cause havoc.  Sometimes your brain just doesn’t work the way it is supposed to.  Just as getting breast cancer or diabetes isn’t the fault of the person suffering, neither is depression. 

We all (or most) go see a dentist and doctor on a regular basis, how many of us can say we go to a psychologist or psychiatrist for mental check-ups?  I bet not many.  But mental health is just as important, if not more than physical. I have noticed, especially in the Christian realm that if a person admits they have mental problems, often times that person is “labeled”.  As if the individual somehow has less faith than the next parishioner.  Providentially, my Church doesn’t take this view, or at least the people I have chosen to share my disorder with.  But I feel for those persons who aren’t as blessed as I in this area.

Faith has nothing to do with whether you’ll be diagnosed with a mental disorder.  Granted it may challenge your faith, causing more prayer and reliance upon The Lord Jesus, but that is a blessing not a curse.  Anything which causes a person to come closer to Him is a treasure.  I wonder if more person’s should pray for a thing that would cause companionship with Christ.  Maybe it is good to take stock of your faith daily.  After much consideration and prayer, I have come to the conclusion that my diagnoses is a gift from God.  Just the same as my children and husband are.  It draws me closer to Jesus.  I have to daily pray for Him to guide me through my fears and anxieties.  What a wonderful gift.

Happy Birthday!!!

It’s fun when people are wrong.  Five years ago a person made a prophecy that my husband wouldn’t make it four years.  It’s his 37th birthday and we’ve been together since he was 32.  Through all the turmoil, lawsuits, arguments and tears…I wouldn’t trade or replace one second.  God has chosen my partner and I am so thankful. 

I love you D. 

 

Simpleton, that’s me

I do not walk a strait line.  At the mall with friends in high school, I was constantly bumping into them.  For some reason I would veer to the left or right diagnally in one direction or the other.  I was reminded of this when yesterday my husband says to me, “Wow, L, you’re a close walker today!”  I realized I was bumping into his shoulder without realizing it.

I do not color inside the lines.  I always wanted to draw something new or add to the picture because for some reason, it wasn’t complete the way it was.  It always needed something else.  So I created more. 

I do not stay in the box.  One of our first clients for lawn mowing is a good example of this.  It was a large yard, actually more like a pasture.  My husband gets on the riding lawn mower and tells me, ”L, I am going to go around the first loop, all you have to do is follow the line.”  When he finished, I began and almost immediately I saw a little area that I could mow and wouldn’t have to come back to later, so I deviated from the “line” and mowed the section.  Of course, by the time I was finished, I had created a new line and couldn’t find the old one.

The interesting thing about me is that I am not special.  I just don’t adhere to authority that well.  Getting older has made me realize this isn’t such a good thing.  I don’t come up with new interesting topics to blog about.  I am not a very good writer.  I am just me.  A piece of clay, waiting to molded. 

P.S.  My husband told me, after reading this post…”That’s my wife…if someone didn’t know you and read this post…they would know you.” 

Something…No…It’s not nothing

ADD, ADHD, ASPERGERS, HIGH FUNCTIONING AUTISM…

How many of these children do we need to watch channelled through the education system before we realize these kids (people) have something extraordinary to contribute to society? Today I listened to a program on NPR about gene programming for “yet-to-be-born” children.

I sense that we are moving into a new era, one where Christians (with their faith based solely in Christ) are being singled out. If I had the opportunity to have another child with my beloved husband, I would not wish for any tests, or procedures to “find out” what I was having. God in His wisdom would give me what was best.

As a mother of an Asperger’s and a diabetes type I child, there isn’t one day I wouldn’t wish for anything to be different. Even the days that I cried (with my child) on my kitchen floor. I wouldn’t change that moment. He begged…”Mommy, please, can’t you make it better? I don’t want a shot! Please take it away!” All I could do was sob while holding my son in my arms as tightly as possible. I didn’t have an answer except that God had a special plan for him because he specially chose him to bear this burden so that he would be closer to Jesus.

That moment was daunted when my six year old step-daughter told my son he wasn’t special and God had no different plan for his life. Still to this day I don’t know how to make it better…But there isn’t a moment I would consider changing my son’s genetics to make him different. He is who he is, created by God in HIS Providence!

This is Quality!

My son brings home a contest from public school. Any fourth through sixth grade student can enter. The theme is conserving water.
The first place prize? Two day passes to Roaring Springs Water Park.

Does this make any sense? “Going green” is the new political agenda in public schools, so they try to come up with contests to push environmental awareness. How hypocritical though to give the first place winner two day passes to one the place in this valley who wastes more water than the whole of Boise.

On a side note…M. Shuckstead…what’s happening? I miss you. E-mail me or call. Love you!

P.S. On the new wordpress, I can’t find spellcheck and am unable to figure out how to post videos. They changed their format.

Words of Wisdom…

“Those who have greatest cause for guilt and shame
Are quickest to besmirch a neighbor’s name.
When there’s chance for libel, they’ll never miss it;
When something can be made to seem illicit
They’re off at once to spread the joyous news,
Adding to fact what fantasies they choose.
By talking up their neighbor’s indiscrestions
They seek to camoflauge their own transgressions,
Hoping that others’ innocent affairs
Will lend a hue of innocence to theirs,
Or that their own black guilt will come to seem
Par of a general shady color-scheme.”
Molie’re – Tartuffe