I always struggled with my walking. When I was 7 or 8 years old I started to walk. I had to wear a helmet until I was 14 because I fell a lot and hurt my head. I don’t know how many times I went to the hospital for stiches. Once I got older I didn’t fall that much so I stopped wearing a helmet. I still fall down but I learned how to fall.
Walking was very importance for me. I remember my family was praying I would walk. When I was 9 I could walk good enough to go to school in my home town.
As I was getting older I could walk but not too far. Maybe a half block and my legs would get sore, but I could bike. I rode my three wheels bike all over. We lived on a farm so I rode my bike all the time even to town.
When I was in my 20s I had a job and I had to go upstairs to go to my office. That was a struggle some days. For three years I went up to my office without falling down the stairs. My Lord Jesus must have be with me. Walking was getting harder but I kept going.
In the summer I always rode my bike around about an hour each day. This helped my legs so I could keep on walking. When I was around 46 I had to stop biking. I could not work my breaks. Going downhill was no fun. I still bike indoor but it was not the same.
When I turn 50 walking got harder and harder. I was using my wheelchair little more each month soon I needed my wheelchair to go to church and going out. The hallways where I live were long so I needed to use the wheelchair to go to my car.
As I was turning 53 I was hitting wall when I was walking. I was starting to fall. When I fall I couldn’t get up. I was starting to use the wheelchair all the time. My legs were getting weaker and weaker. It was getting harder to walk.
I felt like my walking days were slipping away and then I starting to ask God why? I still could take a few steps but my legs started to hurt and I get pain in my back. So I look for my wheelchair before I fell down. What is happen, I asked myself.
As I am going through each day I know that Jesus is with me. It is up to me to keep on go or give up. To often up my pain and my struggles to God and let Jesus guide me throughout my day. Or feeling sorry for myself and being mad at God.
Through my strugglers each day it helps me grow closer to God. Each morning is a challenge for me to be a person that God created me to be. I need to remember walking is a gift from God. If I let myself feel sorry for myself, God cannot give me a new gift to help me to take the next step.
It doesn’t mean I am giving up on walking. Each day I am trying to do some biking for five or ten minutes, and I will trying to do some other exercise if I not in pain.
God give me a gift of life. I need to live each day the best way I can. God want me to be me with all my struggles.
