September 10, 2018
Let’s be honest, I’ve never been one to easily accept what I’ve considered to be ”stupid rules.” I’ve often challenged such rules and argued against them, but in the end, I just frustrate people and usually lose. Freedom is important to me. Freedom is important to society, but freedom is earned and at times there are purposes in its limitations.
Do you remember the first time you were allowed to cross the street without permission? How about staying up past your bedtime? I knew to look both ways when I was a child and knew if I stayed up too late there would be a consequence the next morning. Was it wrong for my parents to limit that freedom to do those things?
Why this musing on freedom? Since the stroke, there has been a severe limit to my freedom. If I could get out of this wheelchair, I wouldn’t be allowed to. There is still an alarm hooked to my shirt that will go off if I try. There’s also an alarm on the bed should I attempt to get out (but that isn’t really a possibility right now either). It honestly bothers me when they tell me not to stand and walk on my own knowing that I can’t do it even if I wanted to. The rules exist to keep me safe, not to be a barrier to my independence, but rather a vehicle to get me to that point.
I try to see the spiritual lessons within the practical aspects of life. There are plenty here. I shouldn’t be fighting with aspects of Christianity that I don’t necessarily like or with scriptural commands that seem impractical. Those things exist for my safety and to get me to the ultimate goal of being like Christ. I can think of plenty of other ways that could’ve learned or re-learned this lesson but and I’ll be content with what has come my way at least for this minute. #Goddidnotdothis #bodiesbreakdown #workinghardtogetbacktonormal #hardlessons #voicetotextisfrustrating