WHEN YOU FEEL STUCK
Sometimes I feel like I am standing in a river. I feel the water splashing around my feet and the cold stones I’m standing on. I want to join everyone else on the shore, but my feet won’t move. In fact, I am stuck, and powerless to do anything about it. Sometimes I think that is what having a chronic illness or a disability is all about. You spend a lot of time stuck.
When you struggle with a chronic illness you know how difficult it can be. You know the pain that you experience even when others don’t. And you know how hard it can be to explain to others when it doesn’t match up with the pretty pain scale adorning the wall in the doctor’s office. You also know how it feels to be robbed of quality of life and the ability to do small tasks that others take for granted.
Let’s just stop there for a minute and really appreciate that.
We can’t always do what other people can do. What other people take for granted. For me, it is putting on my own socks. It seems like such a simple little task. Most people learn and master this by the age of three and never think about it again – even though they do it every day. I was the same way. Until suddenly, I couldn’t do it anymore.
Maybe for you it isn’t socks. Or maybe for you it is walking up the stairs or sitting for an extended period of time. Maybe for you it is adding in something others don’t have to think about – like constantly watching your diet to make sure you don’t eat too many sugars or you have enough fiber, or you aren’t eating too many raw foods. Whatever it may be, it sometimes makes you stuck.
GETTING STUCK IS SOMETIMES A BLESSING
We feel stuck when we see other people enjoying their lives, without the added stresses we may experience because of a chronic illness or disability. And it can be so hard not to compare our lives to what we assume their lives are like. Sometimes we spend so much time comparing when we are stuck that we miss the most important thing of all…
What makes us stuck can also be a blessing.
Because in the midst of our difficulties,
we understand a deep need for the presence of Christ.
For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the one who helps you. Isaiah 41:13 ESV
I love this verse. It takes me back to the river. There the water is splashing around my legs and my feet are stuck. I can’t move and I am trying not to panic. But let’s be honest, I am freaking out. And then this verse pops into my mind. And I can see Him. I can feel His hand in mine. And I can hear his voice, telling me not to be afraid because He will help me.
GOD IS THERE TO HELP US THROUGH OUR LIVES
Knowing God is there to help us through our lives is so powerful. I think people who struggle with chronic illnesses and disability can appreciate and understand this a little bit more than those who are healthy, who don’t worry about seemingly small day-to-day tasks like getting out of bed, getting dressed, bathing and eating. Because we desperately need His strength to take over in our weakness.
In 2 Corinthians, Paul talks about a thorn in his flesh. Many people wonder what this might have been, but it doesn’t really matter, does it? What matters is what he learned by having this thorn. He needed to depend on God.
Three times I pleaded for the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:8-10 NLT
Does this fuel the hope that you have?
It does for me. When we are stuck, our weaknesses take over. When we are in pain, or completely exhausted, we are weak. Or when we can’t even think about walking up the stairs one more time, we are weak. Maybe we think when we need to follow a special diet, we are weak. When we can’t put on our own socks, we are weak. But take heart. Because He is strong.
If I never felt like I was stuck in the river, I wouldn’t need Him to hold my hand and help me out. If I never had been diagnosed with a chronic illness and disability, I don’t know that I would have come to understand my desperate need for the presence of Christ in my life. It is only because of this, I have learned to be thankful for this curse, because from it sprang up my greatest blessing.
*First published at www.jerushaborden.com.
Jerusha lives in Eastern Canada with her husband and two sons. She has wanted to be a writer since she was ten years old. She loves writing about her journey and sharing the love of God with others. Jerusha believes she is exactly where God wants her to be, writing exactly what He wants her to write.
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