Again, I have waited too long to update. I do have an explanation. My laptop went crazy and I couldn't remember my blog password which was saved on said broken laptop. But enough of my 'splainin let's get down to brass tacks.I am doing pretty well. I am getting a little dizzier over time. I don't drive unless I absolutely have to get behind the wheel and I don't go anywhere where I need to use directions. I have been increasingly annoyed by this and I am happy for the day when I don't have to deal with this. I am in no pain, except the occasional headaches, but I have been limited in what I can do each day. I get tired just getting breakfast every morning feels like a 10 hour waitress shift. So, you can see why I am frustrated by it.

I have a great story. I went to Walmart a few weeks ago to get some very important things. It was a routine trip. I drove there myself and I managed to get through the store without hitting too many things with my cart. I paid with a credit card but I haven't signed the back. So, the cashier asked for my license.

I stop here to let you know I got my license right after I finished radiation and was weaning off the steroids. Let's say I don't look picture ready. I show my license to lots of people to give them an idea of how swollen my face was while on steroids. I look like a dowager from the old country and that is being kind.The cashier looked at the picture and then at me, the picture and then at me. I started to smile because I knew what her next question would be. “Is that you?”

I guess it looks enough like me, which I am not sure is a compliment. So, I went into my story about why I look like I just ate a dozen sausages. I almost got to the part where I say I want to get a new license but she started praising God. In the Walmart! She said she had bumps up and down her arms. We shared a brief moment of sweet fellowship. We thanked God for His sovereignty. I left the store reminded that God is awesome and worthy of every bit of praise that ever falls from my lips.

I have decided not to change my license picture. It is a reminder of God’s goodness that I can touch and see. And, it is as powerful as any tract that I could pass out. How effective it is to have that license to carry in my wallet. Thank you, Lord for the bad picture on my license! God is so faithful!

I need that reminder because I am, daily, frustrated and aggravated with these limitations. I want to run a 5K and I can barely get to the mailbox (I don’t run, ever, that is just a metaphor). I want to start my scrapbooking minstry. I want to improve our school habits. I want to write for an online journal. I want to tell my testimony to anyone who will listen.

God knows the desires of my heart. My prayer is that I would be able to do His will. I know His will includes some of the ideas He has given me. I just pray I would be able to move forward soon.