Driving Miss Julie

Last night I went driving in my car for the first time in almost six weeks. It is something that I need to get back to doing. And it is something that feels very strange to do.

Why did it feel so strange? Because my arm is still "frozen" in its "sideways" motion. Driving with both hands on the wheel felt a little therapeutic and exhausting at the same time.

Why is it time for me to start driving? Because it is time for the rest of my family members to get back into their own routines again . . . especially my husband. After almost six weeks of having his schedule interrupted on an almost daily basis to take me somewhere that I needed to go, his "servant spirit" is running thin and it's time for him to be filled, rather than drained again.

Today is our monthly Sunday School teachers meeting and soul winning day. It is important to me that I attend this meeting. I had to miss the last one. I've had to miss too many things lately.

It's been almost six weeks that I have been recovering. And although I know that I still have a long way to go as far as therapy goes . . . I am making great strides in being able to take care of myself and my home on a daily basis.

What am able to do so far? I am able to load and empty the dishwasher. Cook oatmeal. Clean out the refrigerator. Shower and get myself dressed. Put most of my make-up on. Get my own medicine. Pick up shirts from the cleaners. Mail letters at the post office. Type up my Sunday School newsletter. Write my own thank you notes. Dust my furniture. Wash & fold my clothes. Walk one and a half miles. Call those that need a friend. Read my daily devotion. Pray with more focus. Attend an evening church service as well as the Sunday morning services. Have company over. Attend a birthday party. Go to Home Depot with my husband. Massage my own arm. And as of last night, I am able to drive my car.

"This is the day which the Lord hath made, I will rejoice and be glad in it."