A lot has been going on with me of late. Most of it is on the inside, though. This past weekend was Pascha/Easter – Eastern and Western churches were in sync this year – and I am glad to say I actually made it to the evening service!
For the entire week before Pascha, I slept in my wheelchair every night and was very careful to make certain I took all medications as I am supposed to – I’m also keeping up with it, despite the bad hours that happen, more about that in a bit – and did crunches every day for my back. I also promised God that, if He could just help me get to Pascha I would dedicate myself to Him in some specific service for the next year.
Being able to attend Pascha service this year was the most empowering, energizing, and hopeful experience I’ve had in a number of months. Everything just worked out. The weather warmed up and my pain decreased to the point where the medicines were able to work to actually keep me comfortable. My appetite returned. I began feeling more and more human as the week prior to Pascha progressed. This is truly a miracle because the week of April 2nd was one of the worst ones this Spring.
Since making it to service Saturday night/Sunday morning – service begins at 11 pm on the Saturday before Easter/Pascha Sunday – there has been continued energy, appetite, and such joy! The weather is playing a huge part in it, too, with warm days and cool Spring breezes. Several days have passed where we’ve been able to leave the back door open so the dogs can run in and out as they please. I’ve even had enough energy and will to use the Swiffer on the floors and play with the dogs.
However, this morning wasn’t good, not like it has been. It rained and the temps dropped into the low-end of the 60sF. My hands became horribly swollen and my elbows. My back felt as if something very large and angry was trying to compress my spine. There was little happiness. In fact, I was quite down-in-the-dumps with so much pain flooding me without a single how-do-you-do or mother-may-I.
So, for a good portion of today I slid into the realm of video games, which was utterly annoying because the game console wouldn’t cooperate the way it was supposed to, but before the day was over I had it working just fine. Plus, the rain stopped and the temperatures soared into the 70sF and the sun came out from behind the clouds. The sky looked freshly washed and became an exotic powder blue in color. It became such a nice day we opened the front door as well to let the breeze sweep through the house. All human spirits lifted as did the canine ones.
Now I am working on a routine for blogging, writing, diarying, and a number of other small tasks in preparation for the summer. This summer will be a good summer for me. And, as soon as Father and I talk about what I can do, I’ll fulfill my vow to God, because I couldn’t have made it to Pascha if everything hadn’t worked out exactly like it did.