Yesterday was a particularly good day for me. I’m proud of myself for overcoming my inhibitions about using the walker. I found that the people at church were more understanding about my saying I wasn’t worse, that it was just for safety and to make things easier for me, than I had expected.
The worship service and Sunday School blessed me more than usual, and I just felt particularly close to God. I keep a running dialogue with God going all day long, as a usual habit, but some days it seems more like a monologue, if you know what I mean. Yesterday was one of those special days when everything just seemed to ooze God’s love for me, and I’ll be remembering it as a landmark for a long time, I’m know.
Today, my legs are tired, as we did more at church yesterday than usual. Even with the walker, it was a lot of walking. If I had not used the walker, we would not have been able to participate in all the fellowship activities of the day. That would have been a shame.
It’s strange that I should be writing this when one of Ruth’s post at Wheelie Catholic today is about people with disabilities being included in church. She emphasizes that inclusion involves the disabled person actively being involved in church activities, something I had all but dropped out of, partly by medical necessity, and partly by convenience (read that just too easy to stay at home).
My DH has been really patient with me, as he’s a Deacon and very rarely ever misses a service. He hasn’t tried to push me into going when I wasn’t ready to go, and I really appreciate that. But I know he’d much prefer that we go together, the way we always have. Now that I’ve had a taste of the sheer joy of group worship again, I’m going to try harder to not let laziness get in the way of going all the time, or at least most of the time.