Taken for Granted

I want you to imagine for a minute that you are one of the characters on Sesame street who can bend her arms, and somewhat her waist, but cannot bend her legs. Now, think about trying to pick up little papers/toys/shoes off the floor. It isn't impossible, but it takes a LOT of energy expenditure, thought, planning and process.

That's been my life for the last four months. It was torture! I really would look at something on the floor, stare at it, and think, "UGH! I just can't pick that up!"

This morning, I was admiring my clean kitchen floors (I scrubbed them last night on hands and knees and we didn't make calzones or have rice for dinner- a miracle!) and noticed that one of the girls had dropped part of a string cheese wrapper on the floor near the garbage can. As I easily and quckly leaned down to pick it up and drop it into the garbage can I was struck by the thought, "That was NO PROBLEM!"

Yes, my back is really truly better. It twinges sometimes. My leg is still numb, but I noticed that I could almost run up the stairs! I limp when I've been walking for a long time instead of limping whenever I take a step. And, the numbness is sloooooowwwlly receding.

The miracle of life, of healing, of the Power of the Priesthood and Prayer. Thank you so much for all of you who have been praying for me, who have stepped in to help, and who have been my support throughout these last four months. How grateful I am that God has blessed us with these amazing bodies, and all that they can do! I am also very grateful He's seen fit to allow my body to heal so well, because I know that isn't always the case.

I never want to take for granted simple acts, such as being able to pick up something off the ground, again.