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TITLE: Walking with Jesus: 12/20/12
By Julie Andre
12/20/12
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Walking with Jesus
“ What is that annoying noise?”
I realize as I awake from a deep slumber that it is my alarm clock. “ Oh no”, I say to myself. “It can’t be time to get up. Bummer !”
As my eyes slowly open and my soul awakens, I fearfully wonder how I will feel today. The arthritis wrecks havoc on my joints while the fibromyalgia attacks the nerve endings. My fascia feels like shrink wrap getting tighter and tighter.
Ah, it’s so delightful snuggling under the cozy and warm blankets with my husband, 13 year old Lasa Apso, and my 5 year old cat. Darn, I have to face the truth. I have to get up and be of service to others. Ok, God, here goes.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touch the floor, I stand.
“ Oh God please help me. My body feels like a Mack truck has run over it.”
I place my hands on my lower back and hips for support.
“ Well, here goes.”
First step, second step.
“ Oh Lord help me.”
I can’t change the reality of my health. I can only cry out to my loving God to give me the strength to take the first step, the second step, and another, and another step.
I literally step out in faith as I slowly maneuver across the floor. I will never be the hare again in the story of the tortoise and the hare. Instead I resemble the tortoise I think to myself. Poor me…poor me…
In moments of my own pity party I do ask Jesus, Why me? Why did the accident happen? Why did I spend all that time in graduate school to have to take a medical retirement? What does all this mean?
I painfully take each step with the determination of Kiddie Kiddie, my cat. She loves to step up to the wooden coffee table and paw at it like a scratching post. She is determined to ignore my “SHOO SHOO.”
Somehow I force myself to think of Jesus as He took His first step toward the cross. Jesus prayed in the Garden while sweating blood “Thy will not mine be done.” Jesus knew His future yet He continued to take His steps toward the Cross.
Thank You Jesus for your bravery and love for me. I know that if You can take that excruciating walk as a humble man, then I can continue to step into God’s will for my life.
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