The daunting journey ahead that is rehab

So here’s the thing

I like results quickly. In everything. I like baking, but not bread really because you have to wait. I like hobbies; jewellery making, scrapbooking, things where you see the results straight away. I have friends that do quilting, knitting, learn an instrument etc but it takes such a long time to see results. I’m not a good finisher. I get bored easily and I know I’m impatient.

So here I am at the biggest challenge of my life. We’re not even talking a quilt or a tapestry here. I’m meaning walking and talking. We’re at the starting line of the biggest mountain we’ve ever climbed. And I have to admit I’m scared. Scared on the one hand about whether she will regain her speech and her mobility, concerned on the other hand that I won’t make the cut.  This time, I can’t afford this time to stop the music practice. This one can’t stop, literally, her life depends on it. What if I don’t make the grade? In those moments as a mum that you pray for patience, this DEFINITELY WAS NOT what I had in mind! Immi is going to need patience, care, motivation and I’ve got to provide it. I’m really not sure I have it in me. There’s a nervousness in my gut. An Olympic athlete trains and wants to win that gold, but if they don’t win, what actually happens? What’s the worst that would occur? They wouldn’t take that medal home, they would miss out on some sponsorship and they may owe some money, but if we don’t win at this challenge my daughter is not going to walk or talk again.

I’m human, I’m not perfect. In the cold hard light of day I see my failures and weaknesses. I know my character flaws and maybe that’s why this next journey feels like Everest. I haven’t even run a 5K and I feel like I’m being asked to run an iron man. But this is where I cling hold of a higher power. There are three verses from the Bible which come to my mind.  The first is this:

This verse was written by a guy who had been through a whole lot of life and at the time was writing from a prison in Rome. He’d been shipwrecked, gone hungry, flogged, but he said that he could manage in all circumstances and even find joy in them. I like how this image highlights the word ALL. Ours are unusual circumstances, but we can gain the strength to go through this, however long it takes. We can keep going, through the strength God give us. It's also personal, he strengthens ME, not the chap down the hall, not the person at the end of the phone, not the physio giving instruction, but the ones at the rockface, the ones going through it. You know those people who stand and give out drinks during a marathon, a bit like that, but I reckon, more like someone who runs alongside you and gives you a drink whenever you need it.  Does He give a piggyback? No, we have to do the work but He is there to strengthen at every moment we need it. 

The next verse was written by the same chap. He had a problem, we don’t know what, he called it a 'thorn in his side', but it wasn’t going away and he felt like giving up.  But then he felt that God spoke to him these words:

I’m holding onto this, because it’s when I’m at the end of myself that I’m given some extra resources from somewhere unexplainable.  I feel pretty daunted by this huge rehab mountain ahead, but as I work out of my weakness and lack of knowledge, we will see change. 

And the third verse is this:

(no, that's not me!! 😄)

This verse has become more and more important to me over the years.  It's a truth that has been around for centuries and science is finally catching up!  This verse was written thousands of years ago and is found in a book called Nehemiah in the Old Testament. The Israelites were heading home and had just been reminded of the law they needed to hold to. It seemed huge, impossible to hold to, but they were told ‘Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.’ 

In recent years, scientists have realised that joy, and laughter cause us to release the hormone Dopamine (plus others) in our bodies that these hormones ready us.  They ready us for work, for concentration, for challenge. Educators realise now that pupils learn best when they are happy, relaxed and connected relationally to their teacher. God knew this waaaaay before. So when we sing and worship it does something in us, releases Dopamine (through joy) and Oxytocin (through connection) and makes us ready for the challenge ahead. Having joy really does bring strength to succeed, it’s not just a quaint phrase. I’m holding onto that! It maybe the only thing that will get me through this!

So am I concerned about the formidable mountain that lies ahead? YES.

Am I concerned that I'm not everything and  I don't have everything my daughter needs? YES.

But do I have resources to draw on? YES. The physios, OTs, SALTs will provide the plan and some of the physical help, but spiritually and emotionally those resources will come from beyond me.  I don't dig deep within me, truly, there's not much there.  If I want infinite resources, I need to dig elsewhere, outside humanity.  I'll dig deep in God.