it's a good thing she's good at what she does

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because if not, I'd probably hate my physical therapist by now. Today I learned from her:

that my knee has a MRSA infection. (Woohoo, more antibiotics!!! And praying, praying, praying that we won't have to do surgery again to deal with this.)

that my hips are funky and that we'll be working on that in a future session.

that my other kneecap - on the so-called good knee - is out of alignment and prone to needing this sort of surgery in the future. (I already had figured that one out, but it didn't help to hear it out loud.)

that even though I'm already making good progress in range of motion, physical therapy is going to be a rough road.

Instead of concerning myself with all that, I'm washing down my hard-core, MRSA-killing antibiotics with this loveliness.


Thanking God for my Bible study leader who fed us well tonight (with lasagna and salad and bread in addition to the pie!), even though my four-year-old admonished her for parking in "my Daddy's spot in the driveway" and declared "I think we're going to have to put a sign up so no one ever does that again."

Nicely done, Jocelyn. "Thank you" would have sufficed.

disability ministry round-up {10-24-11}

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Last Friday found me in the operating room for my knee surgery, and this morning found my husband in the pediatrician's office with a little boy struggling to breathe because of a nasty case of croup. I'm not going to sugarcoat anything: it's been a rough weekend, y'all. Thankful that God's mercies are new every morning, and looking forward to another day of recovery for me and my littlest guy!

Now, on to the links...

Joni Eareckson Tada's post on Facebook, Tough Questions ... Tender Answers, is a reminder that we need to be willing to tackle the hard questions, but that God is sufficient for tender answers.

In a reverse Carrie sort of situation, a girl with Asperger's was added to the ballot for homecoming princess as a mean joke...but other students found out, rallied in her favor, and ensured that she won. Made me think of these words of Joseph from Genesis 50:20: "As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive, as they are today."

Grace for our grieving: Grief can be part of both the diagnosis and the day-at-day lives of families with disabilities. This article, by Paul Tripp, offers biblical pointers for grief. 

This week the PBS documentary, Lives Worth Living, on the disability rights' movement premieres. Let more and find out the exact time it will air in your city here.

Churches and ministries showing love to those with disabilities...
Come back tomorrow for the first of a two-part interview with Dr. Steve Grcevich about the upcoming Inclusion Fusion websummit! 

the funny thing about plans

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I wasn't planning to post today, but I fell asleep while my husband was bathing our little ones and now, in the wee hours of the morning, I am awake. At 9:00am I will arrive at the hospital to visit with an old youth group student who just gave birth this week, and then I'll check in at 9:30am for surgery, which will be at 11:30. If all goes as planned, we're looking at one hour of surgery and two hours in recovery, putting me home by about 3:00 or 3:30.

If all goes as planned...

As I wrote those words, I realize that they're odd in the context of the past few years of my life. Precious little has gone according to our plans, if I'm honest with you. We had planned to wait until we had been married five years before we had children; we were expecting Jocelyn before our first wedding anniversary. We had planned to spend our 20s traversing rock faces as we climbed and even slept against the mountain; the bone damage that occurred in the year before I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis squashed those plans. (I kid you not that the picture below shows our plans for sleeping during multi-day climbs ... note that is NOT us, just a photo I found online to show you what I mean.)


We planned to stay in our current house forever; now we're preparing to list it for sale next month and move to a wheelchair-accessible home closer to our church so we can have all of the families from Access over to our house and host Bible studies for our kids in our home. We planned to have two kids biologically and then two or three via adoption from foster care; I spent yesterday afternoon looking at faces on the Reece's Rainbow site of little girls with Down syndrome in Russia who don't have families, one of whom we hope will join our family in two or three years. And while we still plan to adopt from foster care after that, we know enough now to know that our plans will always be flexible.

I like plans, so that last statement would make me a little twitchy if I didn't know that God's plans will always prevail and are always best. If our plans had won out, neither of these two would be part of our lives.


Oh, yes. The mohawk and the pigtails. Don't those pictures just make you want to melt, or am I just biased? (Don't answer if it's the latter!)

If life had gone as we had planned it, our family picture wouldn't look like this...


A life by my plans wouldn't have included RA or the surgery I need today because of RA. It wouldn't have included the couple of other chronic autoimmune disorders I have, the other two surgeries I've needed since our wedding day, or the medical bills we now budget for.

And my plans wouldn't have included not being able to eat after midnight. (Yes, I am hungry and thirsty right now, thanks for asking. I can't have anything from now until after surgery. I know I'll probably be queasy on pain meds after I wake up, but I'm still thinking about keeping a list for Lee of the foods and drinks I want post-surgery: an orange slurpee from Sheetz, Goodberry's mint chocolate chip frozen custard, Bo Berry biscuits from Bojangles, a mix of vanilla and cookies n cream and a dash of tropical sorbet frozen yogurt from YoMo with Nerds candy on top, a skinny vanilla latte with a pump of chai flavor from Starbucks... what's that you say? Why, yes, I do have a sweet tooth. Why do you ask?)

God's plans are better than mine. Always. That would be true even if I didn't have a husband who serves me beyond what I deserve and if I didn't have mohawk boy and pigtail girl. When I can see how God's plans will work for my welfare, they do.

And when I can't, they still will.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, 
plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11

Disability ministry weekly round-up {10/20/11}

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I know this weekly feature usually goes up on Mondays, but I had another post pressing on my heart for that day. While I intended to just delay the round-up by a day, I've been in a lot of pain this week due to my knee. Praise God, though, that my surgery was moved up to this Friday - that is, tomorrow! - which also means I've been busy making sure everything is in order for me to be out this Sunday. On that note, let me plug the beauty of high school student volunteers who are willing to be trained and then to sub when we need them (especially because three of our weekly one-on-one buddies are out of town this week)!

 What is God sovereign over? Justin Taylor does a great job of providing verses in various categories. (Thanks, John Knight, for highlighting this.)

Special Needs and Family Ministry: I forgot to link to this one a couple weeks ago, but it is an excellent and thoughtful guest post on The Inclusive Church in which Meaghan Wall is honest about an area she has overlooked as Special Needs Ministry Coordinator at her church as well as forward-thinking about what she is doing and will do differently. Family discipleship is not just for families without disabilities.

Churches try to be accessible to people with disabilities: This is a new article written about a recent disability ministry conference.

Ever wonder why most churches start disability ministry in children's ministry as a first step, only later moving to adults as well? Perhaps this paragraph from an article about families with autism and the hope for cure sheds some light on kids vs. adults:
Sometimes children can be more tolerant than adults, said Mandy Greer of Lexington Park, whose son, James, falls in the middle of the autism spectrum. Adults can find him disconcerting — the family has stopped attending church because James can’t be still and quiet during the service — but children accept his differences, including his near-inability to speak, more or less with equanimity, Greer said.

Piece by Piece: Are Houses of Worship Welcoming? This is a great article all around, but I found this section particularly convicting:
The Broadway community is creating special performances that will take sound and light into consideration for those on the autistic spectrum. Their first special performance of "Lion King" was such a hit that they are already planning the next show.
Movie theaters have been doing similar types of special performances for a while. If other groups can understand our autistic spectrum community's needs, it is time our religious communities begin to think about them as well.

{equal}: Katie's post about her visit to Dallas to discuss disability and theology with Chuck Swindoll, his daughter Colleen, and his grandson Jonathan will make you reconsider the word "equal."

For a bit of humor to your day...Ed Stetzer's eight-year-old daughter wrote the plans for a dog race, and I thought it was cute that she even considered dogs who might have a disability of some sort. I was chuckling long before I got to that line, though. Consider it the medicine of a cheerful heart, à la Proverbs 17:22!

Churches welcoming people with disabilities in the news this week:
  • a church that not only supported a 14-year-old member with Asperger's as he planned an autism awareness walk but also cancelled church that day so members would be free to join him,
  • and, while I don't have any others to include here, several churches did either update or launch a disability ministry page on their websites this week, so progress is being made!
I do still plan to make those posts about respite care at other churches, but I'm having to be patient with myself in acknowledging and accepting what I can and can't do right now with the degree of pain I'm in. Thanks to you, too, for showing me that same patience as well!