Reflection. A boat glides across the smooth lake, causing barely a ripple on the glass-like surface. Trees, arms wide, showing off their fiery colors in the fall, warming the soul with thoughts of fun for those still able to jump in their piles below. Boots, muddy with glee, splashing through the puddles of life, unafraid of widened eyes, and disproving glances. Hugs, speaking what the mouth cannot, eyes pouring love and prayers all are felt in a single squeeze…a moment of time. These are the few that came to mind when I reflected on today’s memories. We are forever grateful for the men and women who gave their all for our country. It is because of their sacrifice, that we can speak freely, today. I am thankful to live in America. Is it perfect? Of course not. Do I love it, still? More than I can express. A lump in the throat, a flag proudly waving in the breeze…home-town parades, and the patriotism we once felt as a child. These remain in my heart, and today I give thanks.
The memories hit home in a very real way, as well. Today I was able to have lunch with a few of my family, and dear friends who are in town. I have not seen these friends since MS has become a part of every day. That was one of the few times it has felt life-changing, to me. Cane on one side, Roy supporting me on the other…and all eyes on the process as we slowly-and rather unsteadily, came through the door. For some reason that was a hard walk. I was on the verge of tears, at the love I felt in the room, the dropped glances, and the unspoken care I saw in their eyes. I am unchanged at my core, since being diagnosed. I will never be the same, at the same time. That doesn’t make sense, I know. Not everything does, anymore. Since the symptoms have been a part of our daily process here, at home, I simply understand it’s the new norm, and actually forget sometimes, until we are out and about. Curious glances, some stares, some smiles, and some helpful…I try not to pay any mind to any of it, with the exception of smiling myself, to assure anyone I am truly ok. God’s got this, and we have so much for which to be thankful. And, I am. Grateful. And, at peace. Joy is bubbling under the surface and often escapes in a smile. My jaw hurts more than I like to admit, because I can’t seems to stop smiling. Grateful joy. Blessed beyond measure. Peace. Like a river. That’s my reflection on this Memorial Day. It went well. And…it is well, with my soul.
Plus-sized faith today-
“Winning the MS-Mind Game”,
Donnarae
