“Oh, to tell you my story is to tell of the grace that is greater than all my sin, of when justice was served and where mercy begins, of the kindness of Jesus that draws me in. Oh, to tell you my story is to tell of Him.”
The story you will read on this blog is part of the overall story of God’s redemption. By no work of my own, I have been “rescued from the dominion of darkness and brought…into the kingdom of the Son [the Father] loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins” (Colossians 1:13-14). Without Jesus, I am helpless.
One way in which I am reminded of these truths is through chronic illness and disability. Any of my posts you might read from before 2017 represents a time in which I did not truly understand what was happening to my body or what to expect in the future. At the end of 2017, I was given the diagnosis of joint hypermobility syndrome, which has since been renamed as hypermobility spectrum disorder. Living with this condition means that my joints are especially injury-prone, due to my tendons and ligaments being overly flexible. In the fall of 2018, I was diagnosed with postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS), a form of dysautonomia. Living with this condition means that bodily functions that should occur naturally are a lot more complicated (i.e. high heart rate, low blood pressure, poor circulation, etc.). The origin of these conditions is my connective tissue. These conditions are genetic, so God knew the symptoms I would experience before I was born. They are also progressive, so I plan to maintain this blog.
The beautiful thing about experiencing disability is when disability and ability meet without shame or judgment. Someone holding the door open for me means so much more on the day that my shoulder dislocates, because they utilize their ability to meet me in my disability. Jesus did the same thing; when I couldn’t save myself, He met me in my state of weakness and became my strength.
I am spiritually disabled, grace enabled.