Strength & Heart


I honestly thought I’d skirt the busyness of being a parent to a child with a disability; she plateaued for so long. But the piles of laundry and paperwork, and number of people I need to say “sorry” to for not getting back to them are ever growing and would suggest she is no longer on a plateau, and I’m in over my head.

Paperwork and phone calls for waiver services, two applications for grants, three write-ups about our family, a medical equipment delivery, deciding between AFO’s and SMO’s, driving to and from land PT and water PT, squeezing in PT at home every night. Listening to make sure she’s clearing everything when she coughs or clears her throat (is she working too hard to get all that junk out? Hard to tell. Probably better safe than sorry). Convincing her to use her Cough Assist. Monitoring to make sure she keeps her body temp up now that it’s cold out. Getting out of bed because I forgot to charge her power chair and the battery is low. Scrambling to pick up her brother’s toys because she’s getting off of the school bus and wheelchairs weren’t meant to roll over Batman or Legos. Carrying her because she overdid it and her hip is sore and her arm collapsed while she was crawling, overextending her wrist. Feeling my own vertebrae grind against each other. Communicating with doctors, and PTs, and teachers because there was a change. Forgetting to communicate the same things with my husband. Having to strategize which wheelchair, if any, to take to a friend’s house, how to get the chair in and out of the house, wondering whether they have a bathroom on the main floor that she can access. Tearing up because her friend’s dad thought ahead to mow and make sure she had a way into their home before she came over.

Hoping next week will look different, maybe be a little slower, less intense. Knowing it probably won’t.

Remembering things could be different. She’s verbal, and can move on her own, and can breathe and eat on her own. That getting to use a wheel chair is a privilege because it means she’s not supine all day. I’ve never had to revive her or clear her airway.

Trying to give myself some grace.

But it’s hard to give grace when there’s no rest.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
[ matthew 11:28-30 ]

We had a stander delivered from the MDA loan closet today. It will allow Natalie the ability to stand up for long periods of time which can prevent contractures, help preserve core muscles, delay scoliosis, and take pressure off of her lower back. A blessing, for sure. But I hadn’t counted on the flood of emotions that bombarded me after the delivery –  when it was just me, my three-year-old, and another giant piece of mobility equipment in our living room. A visual admission that her condition is deteriorating. That she cannot walk. That she cannot stand. That her arms are next. That I am powerless.

When life is frazzling and doesn’t cease, even for a moment, my default is to seek the physical, the present, the tangible – rest counted in minutes of peace and quiet, a swept floor, a cup of coffee, check marks on my to-do list. They offer immediate, but temporary relief, which is what makes them so addicting, and my default. I come back to them again and again to find relief, to find peace. They always deliver, and they always fade, leaving me seeking more.

The woman at the well in John knew about looking for relief. I don’t know what she sought relief from but it was clear where she was going to get it. I also know that she and I are not so different. I know that we both need rest for our tired souls. I know we both keep going to the wrong places to find it.

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst.
Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water
welling up to eternal life.”
[ john 4:13-14 ]

So, sitting on the edge of my bed, through blurry eyes, I read and prayed through Psalm 27.

I am pleading with the Eternal for this one thing,
my soul’s desire:
To live with Him all of my days—
in the shadow of His temple,
To behold His beauty and ponder His ways in the company of His people.
His house is my shelter and secret retreat.
It is there I find peace in the midst of storm and turmoil.
Safety sits with me in the hiding place of God.
He will set me on a rock, high above the fray

…I remain confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the Lord.
[ psalm 27:4-5, 13-14 ]

Behold, beauty, ponder, shelter, retreat, peace, safety, hiding place, above. Something about those words still my soul in a way that the tangible things here on Earth just cannot.

A beautiful reminder that the corrosiveness of disease, of SMA, cannot block out Eternal Light. And so we will continue to wade through the mess of laundry baskets, and crumby floors, and giant equipment squeezed into small spaces, and messy emotions and relationships. And we will do it all with strength, and heart, while waiting on the Lord.


7 thoughts on “Strength & Heart

  1. Oh Annie,
    I am crying. My heart breaks for you. At the same time, I am amazed at what God teaches you, and how he holds you so tenderly. Thanks for sharing! Even though we rarely talk, God often reminds me to pray for you and your family.
    Love your friend,

  2. Annie
    You guys are absolutely amazing. I can’t even fathom what you guys go through everyday. Always praying for you guys.


  3. What a beautiful picture of the proverbs 31 woman. That’s what you are, who you are, Annie! You are every bit of busy, yet diligent in holding your family together, and seeking God at the end of the day for some restoration of the soul. Natalie is so blessed to have you as her mother.

    I love that one of God’s commandments is to remember the Sabbath and keep it holy. He knows how important it is to take a break. He understands hard labor! Way back in Moses’ day He thought of YOU.

    Annie- May you find rest every day knowing that God has something BIG planned for you and Natalie and your whole family! Let your soul be at rest in His promises, for they are true and whole and never fail. May you feel the delicateness of the palm of His hand on your skin as you tremble with tears from a day of hard work. May you stand firm against the enemy when he throws disease at you, for you are planted firm in the God who loves you!

    “Behold, I am making all things new”

  4. Annie, What a heart-wrenching, yet heart-filled post. We are so sorry for all that you are going through and have gone through already. Looking to Jesus and remembering that this earth is not our Home helps sometimes. Of course, being a lot older it is considerably easier for me to look forward to Heaven. You are being purified by Him as you allow Him to work through you. Pure gold. Praying for you. Peace and rest. Love you. Bev

  5. Tears flow…the struggle is real…praying for God’s continued peace and strength in the tough times…love to all

  6. Love you, Annie. You are such a great mom! Fighting for your girl each day, and drawing on God for the strength to do it, sharing that with us all- simply inspiring. I wish I was there to give you respite, and help out. Much love!

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