My Grace is Sufficient

Last week my daughter and I took my two-year-old granddaughter Mia to an indoor super playground for kids called Jumpin’ n Jammin’. I’d planned to sit and watch Mia enjoy all the amazing twisty-turny tubular slides, toy airplanes hanging from the ceiling, and life-size climbing toys, but she wanted “Gramsey” to play too. Unable to resist, I crawled into a huge multi-colored inflatable jumper with Mia and my daughter. It was like being on a large trampoline, only a lot more fun. I soared and hopped and bounced — then, breathless, stopped to watch Mia and my daughter bounce and soar through the air like kangaroos. I held on to one of the inflatable corner “pillars” for a few minutes to soak in the joy of the moment — Mia’s squeals and giggles as she bounded higher and higher, my daughter’s playful antics as she entertained Mia with wobbles and bobbles, their voices blending together like music. (If mother-daughter love has a sound, I think that’s what it would be.)

I don’t think about my Parkinson’s diagnosis very often — at least, I don’t dwell on it — but as I bounced around with my granddaughter in the inflatable jumper, it struck me that in the not too distant future, I will be unable to jump and soar and hop with Mia or her little siblings that will surely follow. It made those few minutes even more precious. As I drove home that day, I reflected on other areas of my life that will someday be acutely affected by the disease — the walks I enjoy every morning, playing the piano, typing (a necessity for an author), photography . . . and the list goes on. Before I knew it I had worked myself into an award-winning pity party.

I had to stop (not literally — I was on the freeway!) and reassess what makes life precious. Is it only the physical movement I now enjoy? Or is it something deeper? When it comes to time with either of my daughters or my granddaughter, it’s just being with them that gives me the greatest joy. Yes, hopping around in the inflatable jumper was fun. But holding Mia after she fell asleep at lunch that day, planting a kiss on that sweet forehead, listening to her sing Row, Row, Row Your Boat after we were back in the car — those moments were even more precious. Unforgettable. And doable in my future.

It seems to me that when faced with a life-changing diagnosis — whether Parkinson’s or cancer — I have a choice. I can fret over what may come in the future. Or I can take delight in the gift of this day, this hour, this moment in time. I can dream those dreams about books I have yet to write; I can take delight in spending time with good friends, “Jeepin” through the desert with my adventurous hubby, and enjoying hot political debates with other rabelrousers. Life is full of wonder! If I’m so busy worrying about tomorrow, I’ll miss out on the wonders of today — treasured moments with my husband or friends, good books to read — or write (!), keeping in touch with the special people in my life with phone calls, letters, and e-mail.

My husband once bought me a license plate holder that stated: So Many Stories, So Little Time. We didn’t know then what we know now about my health. But shouldn’t we all feel that way about doing those things we love each day? Being with those people we love — or touching lives with a phone call or note — as if it’s the last time we can?

Can I trust God with my tomorrows? A dear minister, Pastor Earl Lee, years ago preached annually on Psalm 37. He called it the Cycle of Victorious Living. It’s remained one of my favorite passages of Scripture to this day:

Trust in the Lord, and do good;

Dwell in the land, and feed on his faithfulness.

Delight yourself also in the Lord,

And he shall give you the desires of your heart.

Commit your way to the Lord,

Trust also in him,

And he shall bring it to pass.

Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him.

Do not fret . . .

Psalm 37:3-5, 7 NKJV

Trust, delight, commit, and rest . . . and do not fret. Never have these words held greater meaning and comfort. No matter my tomorrows, no matter what challenges lie ahead, his grace is sufficient. And I can rest in that promise.

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About diane@dianenoble.com

God's child who takes joy in His patience and love; St. Francis follower who desires to live simply; author in awe of God's incredible grace; fledgling graphite and colored pencil artist trying to improve, one drawing at a time.
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3 Responses to My Grace is Sufficient

  1. Leslie says:

    Diane,
    As always, your blog was very inspiring to me and very comforting. As much as my over-active, logical mind hates it, the fact is that there are no guarantees in this life. Tomorrow brings what it will. The BIG guarantee though, is that nothing happens to us that is not in God’s plan. I think that once we’re able to accept that (and of course I ebb and flow with that task — acceptance) we can find peace because we know that God’s plan is unfolding in our lives, even if it’s not the exact way we would have predicted or chosen. Drat it all, that we can’t plan everything out neat and easy, ha ha. Of course the whole thing is that God wants us to trust that he has the one plan that’s the RIGHT one, and therein lies the sticky wicket, if you ask me. But trusting is where we find the peace. Sigh. Such a laborious task, being human. 🙂
    I’ve grappled with the issues of the body starting to break down in large and small, annoying ways (turning 50 will do that to you) and find that I can deal with things by knowing that we are “built for eternity”. Even when the body poops out on us, we’re still on the same ride, just rounding the corner for the next stretch of road. Someday we’ll trade in these bodies for something that can go the distance.
    I admire so much the ways that you are accepting and coping with your health issues. Being the baby that I am, I tend to need to throw a bit of a tantrum before I act like a grown-up and accept the limitations that befall me.
    Thanks so much for once again brightening my day with your inspiring thoughts and your brilliant perspective on life.
    You’re amazing!

  2. diana says:

    grandma who is 91 and i so much enjoyed reading your inspiration
    on my grace is sufficient…your descriptive way you write is what we love …we love your message dont fret enjoy in the
    delight of the gift of today, the minute the moment..that is what i do as i care take my grandma and within the day i try to do the simple acts of delight in the minutes (she has dementia and short term memory lost) so for me it is the minutes, after that she has forgotten what i told her…thank you for your beautiful inspiration, as grandma said you have given an old lady 91 something to think about….we will continute to enjoy reading your inspirations and i will continue to print out and read them to grandma….
    love and hugs
    diana and grandma

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