My new normal, where the ordinary has changed in so many unexpected ways. The boundaries a bit smaller.
Derailed by a rare chronic illness, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, P.O.T.S. for short. There is no cure. No magic pill.
Life interrupted. In the middle of a scenic half marathon, running with friends. My world shifted that day.
It has not been the same since, nor will it ever be the same again.
But if you asked me today, I would tell you that in that shifting, I found a better place. If given a choice, though there are days when I stomp and cry and yell out why, I would not go back there again.
It is in the crippling vertigo, my snail’s pace, a sometimes muddled brain, the bottles of Gatorade, a myriad of medications, and chronic pain, God meets me most.
The place when fatigue and weariness set in, I crawl up in His lap and surrender to His lavish Grace.
I no longer teach pre~school. No longer drive. No longer run.
I read. I write. I have a scooter and a charming cane. I Listen to podcasts. Enjoy the quiet. Savor the slowness of it all.
I rely heavily on the husband God has blessed me with. I am surrounded by wonderful community and friends. Some who knew me “before”, some, not ’til after.
The precious man I live with, Cecil, graces me with patience and tenderness. Eats many a take out meal. Ignores the dust, the pajama days. Loves me when there is no spackle or cosmetics to pretty up my face.
We’ve been married twenty-nine years. Blended two families. Together there are four children and a passel of ten precious grandchildren. One furry friend, Lola, part corgi~part dachshund.
We live in the beautiful foothills of South Carolina on a “windy ridge” in a humble abode. The Wilderness Place. We spend lots of time pondering life on our deck. We attend church right up the road, sharing life and love and plenty of “senior moments” sprinkled with much laughter.
Tammy L. Mashburn
Gifts of Grace