When one is handicapped it is easy to feel the why bothers. It will take too long to get out of the car with my walker and get into the store, when all i need is milk, why bother. It will take me too long to cross the street, why bother. Going to the mall is scary when I am alone, why bother. Going to the movies alone, something I used to love to do, but now, why bother. Going to a concert with all the extra work, going into my favorite restaurant at work, where there are many lines and lots of people, I will be in the way, why bother.
WHY BOTHER, you say? Well, just because, number one - I'm worth the bother. God does not make junk, right?
And so I put the why bothers away in the closet and in late February I flew to Florida where I met an old friend, and together enjoyed five great days at a spa! How cool! Massages, facials, pampering, hot spring pools - I'm worth it. I bothered - and it was all good.
This past weekend I escaped to Holy Cross Monastery on the Hudson in West Park, New York. A peaceful haven of prayer and solitude, and some great food! I bothered, and it was good.
Why bother - well, because I can and I must. God still calls me to be all I can, and it's worth the bother. God carries me!! I stil start my day calling out, WHATNOWLORD?
