Monday, August 4, 2008
Walk More Slowly
I think I've already stated on here that my husband has been diagnosed with myasthenia gravis. It usually affects the eyelids, vision, throat, speech and lungs; hubby's has affected his feet and legs. We're learning to cope. I walk more slowly. We don't walk the park anymore or plan trips that involve a great deal of walking. We had our younger grandson today, and he chose the place for lunch - a Chinese buffet that we like. As we were going in, my honey didn't lift his foot high enough and tripped on the step going in. Although I tried not to make a big deal of it (tripping or falling always embarasses him so), I felt somehow responsible. If only I had been paying more attention. If only I had been walking more slowly so he could reach out and take my arm. If only. . . if only. Life is full of if only's. I spoke at length today to a friend whose marriage is faltering and struggling. I must take time to encourage. I must reach out to others. Life really is about more than "our four and no more." I tend to be selfish and self-centered, but I'm trying to be bigger than that. I want to touch you. I want to reach out to hurting friends and family. Lord, help me to walk more slowly.