Now I Get It – Dungeon Prompt

For years I had been going to the doctor, with this problem, or that problem, or the other, yet we couldn’t seem to figure out why I was having any of these problems.

One especially bad day, when my limbs all felt like they weighed 200 pounds each, and while just sitting, I felt like I was going to pitch right over onto my face.  I went to the Emergency Department at my VA Hospital.  They ran tests, they did a CT-scan, and after eight hours in the ER, I was admitted.

There was still no explanation as to why I felt the way I did.  The next day an MRI of my brain was done.  Four days later, on Friday the 13th of July, 2007, I was visited by my neurologist, who then told me that she was 99.9% sure that I had MS.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, they also found a 9 mm aneuryism on my right, inner carotid artery, which required surgery ASAP.

Two weeks later, the surgery was done, but the MS was still there.  It came to the point where I needed some help in order to keep on living independently.  The VA ordered an aide for three hours, twice a week.  That was the beginning of the rest of my life.

I got an aide who was the wife of a biker church minister.  I hadn’t thought about religion, or anything close to it up until then, and I didn’t want to hear anything from her about it.

Then one day, I asked her about it, checked out their church, and continued to go until I found God, which didn’t take very long.

That was when I had my now-I-get-it moment.  Things weren’t just happening to me, there was a plan in place that no one but God knew about, or why it was there.  I one day suddenly realized that if I hadn’t been diagnosed with MS and the aneurysm, I would not have found my way to God.  What a rough road it has been, but the benefits of this plan, way out-weighed any need for an explanation to the question, “Why?”

Now I know.

5 thoughts on “Now I Get It – Dungeon Prompt

  1. Awesome entry. Great that you can have that attitude. It’s hard to put the context of our lives into a bigger picture, when usually for us, we are the only picture.

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  2. I’m so glad you had this realization. I believe it is so true. Your post reminded me of a poem written by an unknown author that I have loved for a long time:

    I asked God for strength that I might achieve.
    I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.

    I asked for health that I might do greater things.
    I was given infirmity that I might do better things.

    I asked for riches that I might be happy.
    I was given poverty that I might be wise.

    I asked for power that I might have the praise of men.
    I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.

    I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
    I was given life that I might enjoy all things.

    I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for.
    Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.

    I am, among all men, most richly blessed.

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