Life is Good

This is on is one of the very rarest of times when I sit at my computer with no ideas flowing through my empty head about the topic of this blog. Have no fear for I am one of the gold-ribbon, red starred, gold trophied jabberers of all time.


I’ve postponed a slight controversy that I have held with my wonderful daughter, my strongest critic yet my biggest fan. She has been perplexed about the correct ending for each day’s entry and has come to feel that “Benefit of The Mighty Three” limits my content. Since returning from Mayo, my outlook on my reflection and feelings of some self-worth has improved. I usually try to listen to her comments since they are said with love and conviction. For the last month or so, I have tried to vary the closing of my blogs. A few of the newer titles include:

• Benefit of Feeling Cruddy from the Mighty Three and Beyond
• Benefit of Having Chronic Pain and the Mighty Three
• Today’s Benefit of Having a Life with Chronic Pain
• Today’s Benefit of Having Chronic Pain as Part of My Life
• Today’s Benefit of Living with a Body with Chronic Pain

I wonder how many of you even noticed the slight alteration to this ending let alone agree with the underlying belief of my daughter. Stephanie is concerned about my negative attitude towards myself and tries to encourage me to demonstrate that I am more than a body wracked with continual ouches.

My perspective is that I want to proclaim that even with an uncooperative mind and body, life is good. God is with me. I don’t need to play hostess to a 24/7 pity party, even though I do that very well. I choose my attitude and that makes a huge difference in my life. It was initially quite difficult for me to admit to myself that I deserved to take the year off of work because I was truly disabled. I didn’t require excuses or apologies. I was and am disabled and I have that cute little blue placard for my car to prove it.

My disability is different than many others for it is invisible to many when you just take a snapshot picture of my daily life. I’m not in a wheelchair, and I don’t always use my cane. I walk upright – well, usually upright. A video would frequently show a wiggle to my zigzagged journey down the road. There’s also inside chronic pain everywhere from my lovely back filled with titanium to my brain filled with cobwebs and everything in between. Right smack dabbed in the middle of my round frame is a heart filled with the love of Christ. And He loves me back. And that, my friends, means life is good.

So, how about this ending?

Ways God Reminds Me Through Chronic Pain that Life is Good:

• It gives me the opportunity to write to you dear blog readers to hopefully get you also to believe that life is good!

I DON'T KNOW WHY THAT EXTRA LINE IS AFTER THE FIRST PARAGRAPH, BUT I GIVE UP FOR NOW! I LOVE COMPUTERS!