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Invisible Disabilities Week

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I was unaware that this is Invisible Disabilities Week. Many of us have hidden disabilities. Some of us are able to function normally with the pain and others are knocked off their feet – literally. Or if you are like me and have bilateral Meniere’s, balance issues, vertigo, motion sickness, Tinnitus (ringing in the ears) and Migraines which might be triggered by the weather, food, the smell of spices… So if you ever see me holding onto the wall, no. I don’t drink. Never have and never will. But people with hidden disabilities are often judged by others. “Just work through it,” or “It’s all in your head” are phrases often used by those who don’t understand that this advice causes emotional pain along with the physical pain. This is a great article written by my friend, Lisa Ehrman in her blog, Chronically Content. sure to click on the links below.

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Invisible Disabilities Week

So if you are suffering from invisible disabilities, we are praying for you. If you know someone who is suffering – even though you cannot see the disability, do something kind for them this week. Something as simple as unloading the dishwasher or sharing a meal can be an amazing blessing.

I had a sweet blessing last week. A sweet young friend from Church has a cleaning business. I called to get an estimate from her but she asked if she could clean the house as a blessing to me? I love this kid from the time she was small and scribbling notes to me in Church to bringing cookies one Christmas. It’s the little things we remember the most. Thank you. Love you, Kelli B! 

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One of my favorite blessings is my wonderful husband, John Purdy. Sometimes after a hard day at work, he comes home and finds that his wife can’t function and so he takes a shower and goes out to buy our dinner.

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Thank you for all you do, John Purdy. I love you, bunches!

 

Little Things That Mean So Much

 

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Compassion can take many forms we often overlook. Sometimes it’s the “little things” that are often overlooked in our day to day activities. I was reminded yesterday of an act of compassion my late stepfather brought to my life.

Yesterday, I awoke with a sore throat to go with the cold that doesn’t want to go away.  John had to go to Church alone – again! He stopped at Hardees and bought lunch which was such a blessing. I don’t think I could have stood long enough to prepare sandwiches.

John at the Liberty Station in Bedford, Va

That’s my guy!

After lunch, he went to the grocery store for cold pills and brought home a box of popsicles. A kindness or act of compassion which began with my stepfather.  I was seven-years-old when Mom married Jerry and we became a family.  That first year, I had chronic ear infections and tonsillitis resulting in having surgery over Christmas break from school.

The first time I had a sore throat, Dad Hinchee went to the store and bought a bag of banana popsicles, which were my favorite. I still remember how the cool treat felt as it slid down my throat giving relief and enjoyment. From that time on, if he heard me say that my throat hurt, he would disappear for a few minutes and return with that cool treat. Even when I was home from college. He even continued the tradition for many years until I married and moved away.

Dad Hinchee went home to be with the Lord in November. He is where there is no more sorrow, no more pain and no more popsicles for this kid’s sore throat. But my husband remembered. What a sweet reminder that God never forgets!

Tomorrow, April 10th would have been Mom and Jerry’s 54th Anniversary. I know it will be sad for her. I want to be there for her but am afraid that she will catch my cold. I am praying that some small act of kindness will comfort her.  I love you, Mom!

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Easter, 1964. Our first Easter as a family.

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

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Mom and Dad Hinchee several years ago. I always think of them just like this!