Seek it out

Listening to Elevation Church, I realize some things. God gives me what I need. My life with Cerebral Palsy is great. He gives me what I want when I need it. He gives it when I need it. He knows me too well. I defy logic. Weeks prior I had the chance to walk the CliffWalk in Newport, I pushed my body with each step. I took time to remember the joy of dreams coming to pass. I couldn't have imagined the joy and relief. I was grateful for the braces, no twisted ankles. As I sat in the empty basilica, I was reminded of Assisi all those years past praying I would travel overseas again. I was grateful for Canadians who would make sure my cookie never got cold, water to drink when I couldn't move another inch. I remember the Québécois pushing the wheelchair in the airport conversing with me in my incoherent high school French. The Jamaican woman in Toronto who lifted my spirits with her cheerful voice. The Australian at the Ocean Race whose joie de vivre was lovely. When I feel low I have to remember, the world is good, seek it out.