husband love

pardon me while I mush and gush over my husband, John.  last night he gave me yet another shot of Humira, and after the injection was given I just sat for a while and thought about what a great guy he is.  I think a lot about his support to me through this illness and in other areas of life.  he's just really wonderful.

I was in a relationship quite a few years ago and came down with a sinus infection to end all sinus infections.  it was miserable.  no amount of antibiotics, rest, and  fluids could kick this thing.  I had it for at least two months, and it really put a damper on things.  I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to stay up late, and I didn't want to do much of anything that didn't involve a couch and a pair of sweatpants.  what a drag.  well, my boyfriend at the time thought so too.  he actually told me one night that he was getting really sick of me.  he wanted his fun-loving, healthy girlfriend back.  he wanted to go to the bars and hang out with friends and not sit on the couch with a girl in sweatpants.  that moment is forever ingrained in my mind, for whatever reason.  I was so hurt and disappointed.

but here is John never complaining once about the way life has changed because of my diagnosis.  he listens to me complain and cry, he goes to appointments with my rheumatologist and asks thoughtful questions, he gives me shots, but he never ever complains.  he definitely has never said he's sick of me.  I've apologized for my fatigue, my medical bills, my tears, my bad attitude, but he has never made me feel like I have to.  he is just so outrageously wonderful, my husband.

just spit-balling here, but I've been thinking a lot about disappointment recently.  having experienced a lot of said emotion these days, it's really been heavy on my heart, and I've been wrestling with how to approach it, acknowledge it, and work through it in a healthy way.

truth is, disappointment is all around us.  we can't escape it, so that sucks.  I've been disappointed with my health and lack of physical strength,  in my willpower and self-control, and in the way I've been treated by friends, family, colleagues, just to name a few areas of constant struggle for me.

but there is one Who has never disappointed me.  not even once.  not even for a second.  I haven't even felt tempted to be disappointed in Him.  I'm sure the use of capital letters has already made it clear that I'm talking about my God.

another truth for ya: this world is not our home.  we weren't created to get all comfortable here on earth and focus on how to make this a place where we can get settled.  we are created with a longing for something so much better.  there are times where this truth is really easy for me to embrace, and I'm deep in one of those times right now.  I'm pretty much over the crap that this earth and my sin has dealt out.  I'm ready to scream "Come soon, Lord Jesus!" at the top of my lungs and be really ecstatic when the clouds open up and His kingdom is brought here on earth as it is in heaven.  Come soon, Lord Jesus!

but then there are times when I cling to this world and all I have going on in it with white knuckles.  this is what I live for and this is what gives me joy and purpose.  this stuff here on earth.  this little kingdom I've created for myself.  yeah, I could get really comfortable here.

a constant strain and a constant push and pull internally.  how quickly my focus gets derailed by my sinful nature, and all I care about is possessions and popularity and accomplishments and what I can get from relationships.

my prayer is for tunnel vision.  Your kingdom come and Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven, Lord Jesus.  come soon.

victory is mine II

by the grace of God, something amazing happened last night.  it was time for my shot of Humira, and I had been praying all day that God would give me the strength to just take it.  no tears, no theatrics, no drama.  just take it.  John and I had gone out for a spur of the moment date night (such a blessing) and were now home sitting on the couch watching some of our favorite recording programs.  I had the ice pack on my leg for about 15 minutes in preparation, and then it was time.  I had told John about my goal earlier in the day to take the shot silently, and he was obviously on board.  without many words, he went through the steps of preparing my leg and the Humira pen and then he just did it.  did it hurt?  sure did.  but I felt this calmness about it.  and a strong sense of pride.  somehow my attention always goes back to myself.  classic.  still learning.

I know I'm tooting my horn a lot these days, but all glory must go to my Father in heaven.  He is the one who equips me to walk through the dark and difficult times and He is the one ordaining all these things for my good and, most importantly, His glory.  it's amazing, isn't it?

victory is mine

it's been 10 months since I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and over a year and a half since I stopped running because of the pain, fear, and depression.  but yesterday I ran 3.1 miles and am half way to my goal of running a 10k in 2014.  for me, this is one way that I can take back what RA has stolen from me and work on refusing to let it dictate even one more minute of my life.

I know a lot of people despise facebook (cough cough, mom), but I think one of the greatest things about social media is having another platform from which to read encouragement and sacred truths.  just read this gem:

To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything. It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us. || Timothy Keller

bumps and bruises

I think this falls under the category of 'can't catch a break.'  shortly after I wrote about my Humira adventure, it was time for another shot.  my beyond-wonderful husband suffered through the Julie theatrics once more - "ok do it, no don't do it, ok I'm ready, no no no, please don't, ready! no way. please can we just do this later? alright I'm ready, no I'm not. 3, 2, 1, ahhh don't do it [tears tears tears]."  finally the shot was given, thanks to John's perseverance and kindness.  it hurt and I cried, but it was done.  did I mention this was on Christmas?  what a gift.

the next morning I was at work and I absentmindedly scratched an itch on my leg.  I immediately noticed a rather large bump and that my skin was hot to the touch in that area.  I ducked into the bathroom to get a closer look.  lo and behold, my injection site was a'raging.  after some phone tag with Dr. J's nurse, I discovered that this sometimes happens to people after their third and fourth injections.  evidently, the body suddenly realizes what you're doing to it and gets royally pissed off.  the nurse advised me to strap an ice pack to the site, take a large dose of Benadryl, and give into the loopy side effects for the sake of bringing down the swelling.  I was sent home from work, took said large dose of Benadryl, and woke up a few hours later with an even bigger welt.  turns out my injection site reaction was a little more stubborn than average.  just my luck.

a couple boxes of Benadryl and about a week later, and my leg has returned to a somewhat normal state.  still a bit of a bruise, but I no longer have a large red mass on my upper thigh.  looks like it cleared up just in time for my next dose on Wednesday.  yay!...

ok, enough about that.

I just have to say that one of the coolest things about sharing my story is the support and encouragement I receive from all over.  texts, facebook interactions, e-mails, hugs, tissues handed to me when I need them -- the support comes in many ways and from many different people.  this results in feeling lifted up, supported, and not alone, and that is just powerful.  being part of a community and to have people watching my back and lifting me up in prayer is one of life's greatest blessings.  when I'm tempted to throw in the towel or at least throw myself a pity party, God uses someone to remind me of His goodness and faithfulness.  I'm not wandering around this life aimlessly bumping into hardships; He has ordained my comings and my goings and everything in between.  His sovereignty is astounding and humbling.

Great is thy faithfulness, Lord onto me!