When was the last time you danced? When was the last time you enjoyed a long walk in the woods? When was the last time you ran with wild abandon? Now, I’ll admit that last one doesn’t normally appeal to me. Thanks to Uncle Sam, thoughts of running are instead memories of combat boots, cadence, and very, very, long runs. The other two do bring back wonderful memories. Even more so, and this may not be very Christian of me, are my memories of full contact karate. I can truly say I loved my kempo karate classes, but that was a long time ago. In fact, my last class was six years and four months ago. So why bring this up?
One of the tough things about being disabled, about having chronic pain, is that it is a different life. We left one life, and entered into one we didn’t have a choice about. It is, in its basic sense, the exact opposite of the Christian life. One cannot be a Christian without choice. For the most part, one feels or hears the pull or call of the Father, and we can choose to answer. When it comes to chronic pain and suffering, it normally comes quickly and without much previous warning. The Lord is gentle, the pain is not. Anyone can become a member of the chronic pain club, to find themselves disabled; the body breakdown doesn’t discriminate. So what do you miss? Do you look forward to the day when you can do those things again, or do you just feel cheated? How about you? Is there something you miss from your old life that you can’t let go of? Do you still have hope that this too will pass? How are you dealing with your new life?