After yesterday's response, I feel I need to continue. Letting people see the real me is difficult. For so long I have sprinkled fairy dust on the problem hopefully making it whisk it away. I have known God is nudging me to this. I can't deny it. My writing talent is there, but my heart wasn't. My heart may never fully be there, but God beckons and who am i to deny Him.
Cerebral Palsy and Constipation: The two C's I have come to dread. Spinach and Stretching are what help. I look over at the rice at just wince. I used to love rice until I realized I would hate it days later. Stretching, a chore, I detested because it required work, and I'm lazy. My body wants instant gratification. Stretching reminded me that my body wasn't normal, and I hate working for something I should already have. God and I fight. My faith includes screaming, crying and everything I would rather not say. You know you are getting better when you don't mind praying for God to help you go number two. Disability ain't pretty.
Acceptance still is a b. I just try to maintain grace. A grace I don't deserve.