I had a very rough weekend, I had a partial seizure, and I believe but thankfully avoided a full one like in December. I was with my mum and started to have double vision and then it started to get worse so she took me home and at this point I could not walk straight. My ability to gage where my feet were in relation to the ground was gone. You know when a horse gallops; now imagine how their hoofs move…that’s how I was walking. It sucked. We went upstairs, Alex was at work still, my mum pulled my bed out I think it was only about 4:00’ish. I tried to get off my bed to go to the washroom and I knew better than to try and walk (I didn’t want to visit emergency again)so I was on all fours as my mum tried to guide my hips so I’d crawl straight, well….guess what (of course) I took a hard right into my closet which thru me into a hard left into a little table that sits in my hallway that has lovely gifts that I was given on my trip to Toronto a couple years ago. Well I knocked them down, taking out the table and I guess something ugly and heavy hit my left hand because I now have a huge bruise on top of my hand and it is ugly. This little episode took me out of commission for the rest of Saturday. I woke up at 3:33 a.m. and tried to get up and felt even worse than the day before so I text my brother ‘Mike” that I go to church with to tell him that there’s no way I would be in any shape to go to church in the morning. I probably should’ve sucked it up and gone into the hospital but whatever...with the exception of the embarrassment I did exactly what they would’ve done, keep me in bed. So Sunday I was on full bed rest. I attempted to nurse a splitting headache but no such luck. Yesterday I felt better but my legs still had some weakness and my head felt as if it was coming out of a cloud but not the good God descriptive kind.
I want to end by telling you about a vision I had.
March 8th I had a vision that I was looking at God as he had his arms spread and was leaning forward looking over a huge never-ending blueprint and there were little pins poking thru from the bottom of the page, but just little ones. The blueprint kind of glowed from the underside where ‘streets’ would be. I didn’t see any names of any kind just a lot of lines, some thicker than others. He was huge and had the puffiness like how I imagine grandfather hands to be and white wispy smoke around him like he was a big cloud only with shape and purpose. It felt very peaceful and I remember thinking “WOW, that’s God studying and looking over our lives, he’s huge.”
I wanted to end with that because it is just so awesome to be reminded that there is a power far greater then ourselves overseeing every finite detail of our lives, (the little pins). He’s watching the good the bad and even the ugly as we walk down what can sometimes feel like dark streets.
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