Often when we're going through hard times, we want to "fast forward" for relief, and return to the dream of living life in a cabin on a lake. But, in the mystery of this life, there are lessons to learn, which may appear out of nowhere, unjustified, and perceived as an attack on a self-righteous view, "how dare this happen to me?" I get it. This past April 16th was the 42nd anniversary of when a man failed to yield in an intersection, causing my motorcycle to collide with the rear bumper of his pick-up truck. Instant right arm paralysis. Permanent, life changing event at 26 years old. A wealth of subsequent lessons to earn my doctorate-in-life-degree. Then, 18 years later, stage four oral cancer reared its ugly head, with a 50/50 survival rate after surgery and radiation. More lessons. Ugh!
Don't wish away life's detours. Pray for God's mercy and will to discern the lighted path forward. Embrace the mud bathes with a zest to love it all, and along the way cultivate a heart of gratitude.
Just like this courageous woman, let the journey of survival, redemption, and victory mirror the hope everyone clings to believe. By doing so, we connect with a hurting world in a search for healing of body, mind, and spirit.
When we were kids playing in the mud puddles after a rain, it never occurred to us that getting “down and dirty” was anything but fun. Remember? Perhaps it’s that childhood memory of smiling with a caked-up face that may get us through our adult struggles. Let it go, smile, and move on.