Sunday, January 26, 2014

What about me, what about me, what about me!


If you read my previous blog you know this week has been a rough one.  We are never ready for someone we love to go before we feel it is time.  The events of the week didn't stop with Gretchen passing though.  The same day that Gretchen (as my husband puts it) changed her address to her heavenly home, my mom tripped over my dog and fell.  She lives with Dennis and me and watches over him during the day while I am at work.  I had to call the ambulance and we took her to Integris Bass Hospital in Enid.  Our doctor is in Uganda on a mission trip at the moment and we didn't know if she had a broken shoulder or not so we went on to the big city!  It's an hour away so Dennis's dad and our friend Max came over to sit with Dennis while I went to Enid.  My little brother met us at the hospital.  It is in the quiet of the car, alone and driving, satan can creep in and start to do his damage.  I decided that was a great time to have an all-out pity party.  I cried and wept and asked God what the heck was going on??  I can't handle all this at once, what am I going to do??  I am going to have to cook, I am going to have to feed Dennis and work and on and on. What about my work??  Do you see the common word here, it's I and me and my.  My favorite T.V. evangelist is Joyce Meyer and she says these words in a robot voice, "what about me, what about me, what about me."  So at the point I figured out I was a mess, d said to me in a very calming way, "settle down, trust me, praise me."   I put my praise C.D. in and I sang praise songs all the way to Enid.  Well, mom had a dislocated shoulder and is doing well, (after a little bit of stomach flu :\   ).  I am going back to work after taking 3 days’ vacation and we are going to do the best we can, one step at a time.  The biggest thing that I wanted to convey is that we have to trust and lean on God.  He gets us through every time and why is it so hard to turn to Him first..  When mom fell she was in so much pain and I told her just cry Jesus and she did.  I sat down beside her and we prayed and her awesome EMT people prayed and sang with her all the way to Enid.  You are an angel Rita!    In times like these we HAVE to put our trust in God for He is the only one who will get us through. 

 Toby decided to be guardian over our patient!   Much love, Cheri.

P.S.  I forgot to mention that during all this, Dennis's wheelchair acting up and we have to take him places in the manual chair.  Ready to start a new week!
 

Friday, January 24, 2014

Sometimes blogs are hard.

Sometimes you don't know what topic to write on or how much to write about it.  My life is pretty much an open book and I try to give people a perspective about living with a quadraplegic that you wouldn't normally see.  But sometimes things are private and hurtful and the emotions are so painful that you don't know if there is a fine line that you are going to cross or not.  This week has been painful.  My sister-in-law Gretchen has passed away after a 2 1/2 year fight with cancer.  Gretchen loved life and she had a way of engaging everyone she met.  She was only 52 and she leaves behind her husband Alan and her children Karley who is 16 and Gavin who is 19.  She was way to young to go and these are the times when I ask God why?  I know that we will have the answers when we are all in heaven together, or maybe we won't have the answers and we just won't care when we are there rejoicing with Jesus.  But on this earth we want to rationalize everything and we are the ones left behind to grieve and carry on, it's not fair.  Life's not always fair but the one thing I do know is I want to be in heaven where all my loved ones are and I do know that I will see Gretchen again, I will see my friend Cathy again, my daddy, and the list goes on and on.  I also know that I don't want to take the chance of not seeing them again, so I will choose Jesus.  When Dennis was in the hospital God gave me this scripture and I have blogged about it before.  Psalms 30:5...weeping may endure for a night, but Joy comes in the Morning.  We have to hold on to that,  the joy of the Lord is our strength. 


                                                                 Gretchen Boyer
Much love, Cheri

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Quad Wife Confessions- Sundays


Let me start off by saying I love my church.  It has taken me some getting used to our new building because I loved that old Methodist church building.  Some of the best times on my life were in that old building.  Our kids grew up there, we sponsored many a junior high and high school dance in the basement, where my Sunday school class was also held.  But the new church is great and big and beautiful.  In the winter we don’t get to go as much since the weather plays a huge issue about how Dennis feels.  But he loves getting out among people and when we do get to go it lifts his spirit.  This is our beautiful church.







My Sunday always starts out with Satan whispering in my ear.  You don’t want to get up, it’s cold, this is your only day to rest,  etc.  Getting ready to go somewhere is a lot of work and I can easily talk myself out of it.  You have to shave, feed, brush teeth and dress.  Then I have to get ready.  Then I have to get  Dennis in the chair and situated.  This is where Satan does a number on us.  Dennis’s dad can put Dennis right in the chair no problem.  When I do it the cheek piece isn’t right,  then the left flap of the head array is in to close, then the right flap is out too far. I’m sure you get the drift.   I start to get really testy and my patience wears thin.  Again, it’s not Dennis’s fault , it is just frustrating for both of us and Satan can really use that to come against us on Sunday mornings.  Our church starts an hour earlier than the other churches in town,  so we have had to give up Sunday School altogether and I do not like being late for church.  But as always, God always gets us there on time and we are blessed once we get there.  Hebrews 10:25

not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another, and so much the more as you see the Day approaching.

This is one of my favorite pictures.  It's Dennis, before his accident, working on the floor of our new church building.


                                             Much love, Cheri