Just a Thought or Two

Most often, I don't stay in a "woe is me" attitude for long, but tonight, once again, here I am. As I was wondering about area sled-hockey teams, I did some digging and stumbled upon this old picture. Man, do I miss those days! I love hockey, but I love sled-hockey even more! It's been a good number of years since I've played, but out on that ice, I had so much fun while also getting a lot of great exercise! Out there on the ice, I felt like a regular kid doing a "normal" activity. I remember cruising up and down the ice or in the gym, going as fast as I could, slamming hockey pucks against the boards, spinning in circles, taking shots, and many other things- for a couple hours on Tuesday nights I did what most kids do- play a sport that I loved. For three years, I played in the summer and winter. It was a huge commitment on my Mom's part, and for that I will forever be grateful. Some days, I would do anything to have the opportunity to take ...

Seven months ago when embarking on this journey, I never would have guessed that one of my biggest struggles week-to-week would be getting to church. Never in a million years did I think that it would be so difficult. After all, for seven years while in Edinboro, I can count on my hand the times that I wasn't able to get a ride. Most often when I didn't go, it was because I made the choice not to attend. This post is not so much about missing church tomorrow, though. Rather, during situations such as this, I find myself really struggling with the fact that I do not have the ability to drive. It makes me angry even though I have no control over it. On nights like this, I feel isolated and helpless. I often wonder what it feels like to be spontaneous. To just be able to get up and go to the store, to visit a friend, head to church, etc. I pray that God would give me peace about it all. I hate ending anything on a sad note. Despite not having the ability to drive, feeling is...