There are no easy answers here. We in America cannot fathom the needs of the Haitian people who cannot even access basics like water. I sit here typing as an educated woman in a warm room with the smell of dinner cooking down the hall... Luke's gospel compels us this way: "To whom much is given, much is expected." (12:48)
No, I cannot relate to the Haitians directly, but I can empathize with their needs and act in a way that blesses others, which I do! The social services in this country do leave a lot to be desired; but, they are mostly functional (within the confines of their own unique bureaucracy, that is...) NO! I don't think it's fair that I lose disability benefits because I work, but it is what it is. (I can earn $60 a month without penalty. Beyond that, I lose $1 for every $2 I earn.) Each month I report my earnings to Social Security and my benefit is hacked accordingly.
MATTHEW 22:17-21
17 Tell us then, what is your opinion? Is it right to pay taxes to Caesar or not?"
18 But Jesus, knowing their evil intent, said, "You hypocrites, why are you trying to trap me?
19 Show me the coin used for paying the tax." They brought him a denarius,
20 and he asked them, "Whose portrait is this? And whose inscription?"
21 "Caesar's," they replied.
Then he said to them, "Give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's."
God never asks us to analyze whether this practice is fair or not. We are instead called to respond in LOVE as He would. People who gripe need to STOP yakking, START praying and then ACT so that others suffer less!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Shuttle saga continues
I got a Shuttle services application packet in the mail yesterday -- looks as if Pierce Transit is making all current passengers re-apply for Shuttle services. I must sign and return the papers before Oct 23 or I'll be considered "no longer in need" of Shuttle services. Now isn't that a "unique," punitive way of cutting budgets/reducing passenger volume?!
If the newly listed eligibility administrator has an ounce of compassion or logic, she might actually comprehend that there is no longer a bus stop near me. Never mind that the stop terrain was ALWAYS gravel & dirt! Well, then again... if the new eligibility coordinator is as much of a policy-enforcing bureaucrat as her predecessor, I'm still very much between a rock and a hard place. Just to highlight the depth of my need for Shuttle services, I'll have my doc, PT and "licensed mental health counselor" all sign the app and testify on my "disabled" behalf. Nothing is simple in my world!
I had a very good, much appreciated thing happen this afternoon. I typically call the Shuttle reservations office every Sunday afternoon to set up the rides I KNOW I'll need for the week ahead. I have a counseling appt this Thursday, and because my counselor's office is on Pearl St. in north Tacoma, I am usually refused a Shuttle-only ride and told that I must use the Shuttle van to connect with a fixed route bus. (Going to and from using the suggested combination of bus and shuttle takes nearly 90 min each way... all for an hour-long counseling session!) I don't do that willingly and usually find a parent, neighbor or friend to drive me instead. For some reason, I GOT my Shuttle-only counseling ride this time! I'm not going to ask questions... THANK YOU!!
Pray for a helpful, encouraging outcome to my upcoming "new" application for Shuttle services, please. Luv ya for your support :)
If the newly listed eligibility administrator has an ounce of compassion or logic, she might actually comprehend that there is no longer a bus stop near me. Never mind that the stop terrain was ALWAYS gravel & dirt! Well, then again... if the new eligibility coordinator is as much of a policy-enforcing bureaucrat as her predecessor, I'm still very much between a rock and a hard place. Just to highlight the depth of my need for Shuttle services, I'll have my doc, PT and "licensed mental health counselor" all sign the app and testify on my "disabled" behalf. Nothing is simple in my world!
I had a very good, much appreciated thing happen this afternoon. I typically call the Shuttle reservations office every Sunday afternoon to set up the rides I KNOW I'll need for the week ahead. I have a counseling appt this Thursday, and because my counselor's office is on Pearl St. in north Tacoma, I am usually refused a Shuttle-only ride and told that I must use the Shuttle van to connect with a fixed route bus. (Going to and from using the suggested combination of bus and shuttle takes nearly 90 min each way... all for an hour-long counseling session!) I don't do that willingly and usually find a parent, neighbor or friend to drive me instead. For some reason, I GOT my Shuttle-only counseling ride this time! I'm not going to ask questions... THANK YOU!!
Pray for a helpful, encouraging outcome to my upcoming "new" application for Shuttle services, please. Luv ya for your support :)
Monday, August 3, 2009
More than they know...
Hello! Several of you have received some form of my lament in email today as well. I am processing as I write, so thanks for bearing with me!
Last week, Joe, who orchestrates our adult discipleship classes asked me to consider co-leading a Crown Finance biblical finance principles small group in the fall, but I have no idea about my work schedule or living details, so I told him I couldn't commit to leading things. I may end up taking the class myself because I desperately want to avoid some of the monetary disagreements my parents are dealing with. Heck, I'll happily accept fewer obstacles in ANY form :)
Hi Joe -- Your request comes at a time of much wondering about life and family. My parents own property in Seattle overlooking the Fauntleroy ferries that has been rented for the past year or so. Well, that renter was laid off and is moving to Idaho. He is a family friend and told my parents verbally that he would do things as a favor to them that went beyond the lease. Needless to say, he did not. Sadly he didn't even fulfill the lease he signed. My parents have had to finance clean up and repairs which has strained their already tense relationship. They have differing ideas of how to spend or save funds, not to mention holding people who signed agreements accountable. Right now, my parents don't speak. Mom said tonight that she doesn't love John like she used to and doesn't want to be with him any longer. The rental house wars were the wind that blew the roof off their personal house of cards.She still hasn't told him how she feels face-to-face, though. I insisted that she do it SOON and tell me so I can be GONE right then. I can't describe the pit in my stomach... How on earth do I tell my parents to fight for their marriage?! UGH. Pray, would you please?
Now, about me and my potential availability for the Fall class. I have no clue what my work days or hours will be. TCC has cut things drastically so I am continuing to apply for anything that looks remotely likely. No luck yet... Outside of all that, I'm looking for another place to live and hammering out my final Master's year.
I wish I could tell you one way or the other, but I simply can't. Thanks for thinking of me, but if you want to choose the leaders more quickly, it's probably best to ask someone else. Who knows? I might end up taking the class myself! Long answer to a short question... Story of my life :)
My dad, John just returned from a "boys'" weekend golfing in Spokane. When he got home last night, mom was out in the backyard. I think they talked out there. She came in DRUNK and laughing like a crazy looney 2 hours after he went to bed in their room. She announced her (obviously) drunken state, laughed at her own "joke," and slept on the couch again. John's still 4+ yrs sober; now mom's drinking more than she ought to... Holy nutz, I live in the Twilight Zone.
Need hugs!!
Last week, Joe, who orchestrates our adult discipleship classes asked me to consider co-leading a Crown Finance biblical finance principles small group in the fall, but I have no idea about my work schedule or living details, so I told him I couldn't commit to leading things. I may end up taking the class myself because I desperately want to avoid some of the monetary disagreements my parents are dealing with. Heck, I'll happily accept fewer obstacles in ANY form :)
Hi Joe -- Your request comes at a time of much wondering about life and family. My parents own property in Seattle overlooking the Fauntleroy ferries that has been rented for the past year or so. Well, that renter was laid off and is moving to Idaho. He is a family friend and told my parents verbally that he would do things as a favor to them that went beyond the lease. Needless to say, he did not. Sadly he didn't even fulfill the lease he signed. My parents have had to finance clean up and repairs which has strained their already tense relationship. They have differing ideas of how to spend or save funds, not to mention holding people who signed agreements accountable. Right now, my parents don't speak. Mom said tonight that she doesn't love John like she used to and doesn't want to be with him any longer. The rental house wars were the wind that blew the roof off their personal house of cards.She still hasn't told him how she feels face-to-face, though. I insisted that she do it SOON and tell me so I can be GONE right then. I can't describe the pit in my stomach... How on earth do I tell my parents to fight for their marriage?! UGH. Pray, would you please?
Now, about me and my potential availability for the Fall class. I have no clue what my work days or hours will be. TCC has cut things drastically so I am continuing to apply for anything that looks remotely likely. No luck yet... Outside of all that, I'm looking for another place to live and hammering out my final Master's year.
I wish I could tell you one way or the other, but I simply can't. Thanks for thinking of me, but if you want to choose the leaders more quickly, it's probably best to ask someone else. Who knows? I might end up taking the class myself! Long answer to a short question... Story of my life :)
My dad, John just returned from a "boys'" weekend golfing in Spokane. When he got home last night, mom was out in the backyard. I think they talked out there. She came in DRUNK and laughing like a crazy looney 2 hours after he went to bed in their room. She announced her (obviously) drunken state, laughed at her own "joke," and slept on the couch again. John's still 4+ yrs sober; now mom's drinking more than she ought to... Holy nutz, I live in the Twilight Zone.
Need hugs!!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Chairs with big wheels, showers with benches and buses on sidewalks
My post title reminds me of a Dr Seuss lyric. I need the strength to advocate effectivelty in order to move beyond this funk. I am trying to move forward. That means moving OUT. I cannot do this alone, so I asked a friend for her help.
I have a favor to ask... I got a copy of the Tacoma area wheelchair access apt list yesterday. One of the listed complexes, Steeplchase in Lakewood, is marked as a property with roll-in showers. When you were looking for Lakewood area apts, did you go there? (It's off Steilacoom Blvd within a few blocks of the Albertsons, I think.) There are buses that run along Steilacoom Blvd as well. IF your schedule permits, could you & I look at it together? Please?! You're more practically minded and apartment savvy than me... THANKS!!
here is a portion of what I wrote in response to that friend:
I prefer to meet people in my manual chair at first. That sometimes minimizes the stigma of "power chair = less capable." I'd appreciate a ride from you! If you're willing, you could drive our wheelchair van. My parents' insurance covers 25+ and I assume you have a good driving record. From the looks of things, they only have 2 bedroom units open right now at Steeplechase and those all have bathtub/shower combos. I am hesitant to call and ask about wheelchair access because that usually illicits a "Great... can they pay??" type of awkward silence. YES, I need to get over that... I also know that moving will take time. (Both time for $$ and gathering furniture and other housewares.) Perhaps I'll have gathered enough courage to call and inquire about specific access features by then :) I hate having additional needs that I never asked Him for... Pray that any apt people I contact would be willing to work with me. That way if I am able to view a roll-in apt, I could test my bigger chair's dimensions against the surroundings. I usually leave it parked in a corner when I'm home, though.
I also went to the Pierce Transit trip planner page asnd entered Steeplechase's main address. The system suggested that I get off the 212 bus at Steilacoom and Hipkins, then walk .20 miles to the complex's address. (Go a block along Steilacoom and turn at 83rd). Not too bad; I think that area is all sidewalked anyhow.
I am also contemplating writing city & county officers to force Pierce to reverse (I pray!) my restricted Shuttle access. Found individual contact info for the members of the Pierce Transit Board of Commissioners and the Pierce County Coordinated Transportation Council yesterday. Thank God for library resources! It's very difficult for me think of HOW to write and advocacy letter now. I am too mad to think objectively or act courteously. They've beaten me down so many times that I just want to tell them off and LEAVE this county!
Let me know what you think of my schemes thus far. THANKS for your support!
I have a favor to ask... I got a copy of the Tacoma area wheelchair access apt list yesterday. One of the listed complexes, Steeplchase in Lakewood, is marked as a property with roll-in showers. When you were looking for Lakewood area apts, did you go there? (It's off Steilacoom Blvd within a few blocks of the Albertsons, I think.) There are buses that run along Steilacoom Blvd as well. IF your schedule permits, could you & I look at it together? Please?! You're more practically minded and apartment savvy than me... THANKS!!
here is a portion of what I wrote in response to that friend:
I prefer to meet people in my manual chair at first. That sometimes minimizes the stigma of "power chair = less capable." I'd appreciate a ride from you! If you're willing, you could drive our wheelchair van. My parents' insurance covers 25+ and I assume you have a good driving record. From the looks of things, they only have 2 bedroom units open right now at Steeplechase and those all have bathtub/shower combos. I am hesitant to call and ask about wheelchair access because that usually illicits a "Great... can they pay??" type of awkward silence. YES, I need to get over that... I also know that moving will take time. (Both time for $$ and gathering furniture and other housewares.) Perhaps I'll have gathered enough courage to call and inquire about specific access features by then :) I hate having additional needs that I never asked Him for... Pray that any apt people I contact would be willing to work with me. That way if I am able to view a roll-in apt, I could test my bigger chair's dimensions against the surroundings. I usually leave it parked in a corner when I'm home, though.
I also went to the Pierce Transit trip planner page asnd entered Steeplechase's main address. The system suggested that I get off the 212 bus at Steilacoom and Hipkins, then walk .20 miles to the complex's address. (Go a block along Steilacoom and turn at 83rd). Not too bad; I think that area is all sidewalked anyhow.
I am also contemplating writing city & county officers to force Pierce to reverse (I pray!) my restricted Shuttle access. Found individual contact info for the members of the Pierce Transit Board of Commissioners and the Pierce County Coordinated Transportation Council yesterday. Thank God for library resources! It's very difficult for me think of HOW to write and advocacy letter now. I am too mad to think objectively or act courteously. They've beaten me down so many times that I just want to tell them off and LEAVE this county!
Let me know what you think of my schemes thus far. THANKS for your support!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Stubborn Love
Yesterday, I received an email from a courageous woman I am proud to call my friend!. She is a school teacher and single mom. Her husband decided to leave when their daughter was not quite 5 months old. My friend has spent the intervening year learning what it means to move on and love again in spite of great losses. The message she wrote me yesterday has the kind of wisdom that comes from circumstances refined by dizzying, painful fire. Her words underscore the lack of what I have been seeing at home.
Communication is critical between all people in any kind of relationship. My dad refuses to listen to any views that difier from his, and even though Mom tries to meet him in his world, he still will not budge. Terribly sad to be that stubborn. Destructive! My parents attended two family counseling sessions with me, but our John was really uncomfortable at the first one and told mom he'd never do that again. She told him that those actions showed that he didn't care about our family and wasn't willing to support either Mom or me. He did attend the 2nd meeting, but used it to tear into me verbally. I told my counselor after that yelling match that my family session attempts were finished. There are a few things I will not subject myself to... That's one of 'em!
My friend wrote that her heart breaks when she thinks about me being a casualty in the "parent war." My heart is definitely torn as I attempt NOT to pick sides or react reflexively to my parents. I feel like the "adult" in their war. I'm an outsider lookin' in for sure. Thankfully, I spoke to the TACID housing office half an hour ago. The lady promised to mail me a current housing list this afternoon.
Continue to pray for us. I am afraid my parents' marriage is in danger.
Communication is critical between all people in any kind of relationship. My dad refuses to listen to any views that difier from his, and even though Mom tries to meet him in his world, he still will not budge. Terribly sad to be that stubborn. Destructive! My parents attended two family counseling sessions with me, but our John was really uncomfortable at the first one and told mom he'd never do that again. She told him that those actions showed that he didn't care about our family and wasn't willing to support either Mom or me. He did attend the 2nd meeting, but used it to tear into me verbally. I told my counselor after that yelling match that my family session attempts were finished. There are a few things I will not subject myself to... That's one of 'em!
My friend wrote that her heart breaks when she thinks about me being a casualty in the "parent war." My heart is definitely torn as I attempt NOT to pick sides or react reflexively to my parents. I feel like the "adult" in their war. I'm an outsider lookin' in for sure. Thankfully, I spoke to the TACID housing office half an hour ago. The lady promised to mail me a current housing list this afternoon.
Continue to pray for us. I am afraid my parents' marriage is in danger.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Family... and why I seek "alone" places
Today, I wonder where the line is between being compassionate and still making sure that people keep their word... especially when that word includes a signed rental contract. AHH! Divided house here. Now John's muttering about me not being much of a Christian because I think the rental tenants ought to fulfill their agreements before moving, rather than pity the tenant's drunkenness. Is responsibility REALLY that foreign?!
My parents are just the same as always. Stuck but unsure of how to move. It's their marriage, not mine, so even when they seek my views, I say very little. Money = stability in my family. When circumstances arise (like a soon-to-be-vacant rental house,) Mom goes off because she cannot predict or control the outcomes. UGH. Neither of my parents can see that the other one has a different communication style, so they don't try to speak the his or her language. Perhaps this is why I live with them. God has opened my eyes to the crucial importance of learning HOW to communicate well. Scares me. I am very much like my mom, so I pray daily that the hand of God causes me think and act differently. Sometimes I wonder if my outspoken and opinionated life is why I don't date... who knows?! Right now, I think it'd be easier to live a single's life forever rather than tear down your spouse because both sides are not aware of a need to see things through the other's eyes. My parents are blind and foolish. Counseling helps ME see this, but THEY need to go for the sake of their marriage. I made myself two gin & tonics last night. "Beersti" needs a break!
In PROGRESS news, I am still on the waiting list for one accessible apt across the street from TCC, but there are many interested disabled renters ahead of me, so that will take many months of waiting. Other people have the same needs as mine. Apt hunting is very tricky because "normal" complexes only have to offer 30" wide doorways under building codes called "universal access." That's great, but I need more to live independently. Those needed pieces are: bathroom railings, a shower with a bench -- NO bathtubs. Hotels and assisted living buildings have those things, but they're very rare in the "real" world. Most disabled people have care staff, so the assumption is that access can be supplemented by that person. I don't need or want that kind of personal care, though. I am too proud and it's too private.
God KNOWS my needs. I wonder when He will open the doors that meet them. Sigh...
My parents are just the same as always. Stuck but unsure of how to move. It's their marriage, not mine, so even when they seek my views, I say very little. Money = stability in my family. When circumstances arise (like a soon-to-be-vacant rental house,) Mom goes off because she cannot predict or control the outcomes. UGH. Neither of my parents can see that the other one has a different communication style, so they don't try to speak the his or her language. Perhaps this is why I live with them. God has opened my eyes to the crucial importance of learning HOW to communicate well. Scares me. I am very much like my mom, so I pray daily that the hand of God causes me think and act differently. Sometimes I wonder if my outspoken and opinionated life is why I don't date... who knows?! Right now, I think it'd be easier to live a single's life forever rather than tear down your spouse because both sides are not aware of a need to see things through the other's eyes. My parents are blind and foolish. Counseling helps ME see this, but THEY need to go for the sake of their marriage. I made myself two gin & tonics last night. "Beersti" needs a break!
In PROGRESS news, I am still on the waiting list for one accessible apt across the street from TCC, but there are many interested disabled renters ahead of me, so that will take many months of waiting. Other people have the same needs as mine. Apt hunting is very tricky because "normal" complexes only have to offer 30" wide doorways under building codes called "universal access." That's great, but I need more to live independently. Those needed pieces are: bathroom railings, a shower with a bench -- NO bathtubs. Hotels and assisted living buildings have those things, but they're very rare in the "real" world. Most disabled people have care staff, so the assumption is that access can be supplemented by that person. I don't need or want that kind of personal care, though. I am too proud and it's too private.
God KNOWS my needs. I wonder when He will open the doors that meet them. Sigh...
Monday, July 13, 2009
God as Scientist
Yesterday's creation vs. evolution sermon wasn't what I expected. I believe that God works through science, even in spite of the mindset of some doctors I met as a child. I grew up in a family that still asserts "I don't need God, I have doctors." This gives me plenty to wrestle with. As a child, I hated having to work so hard to physically move. I was confused and mad because my orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Mosca, was always trying to make me walk better and seem more like the other kids while my legs wouldn't cooperate. My parents wanted me to walk as much as I could. They hoped a type of corrective surgery would give me more chances to fit in with my peers. I remember Dr. Mosca telling me that once he did my 5-tendon releases-per-leg surgery, I'd be able to walk with arm crutches and not need my wheels in the house any longer. His over-confident, Italian charms mollified my frightened mom and aggravated my dad's sense of male pride. I trusted Dr. Mosca with the depth only a child possesses... falsely. I suffered nerve damage and never managed to do more than stand for 20 seconds with arm crutches. So much for a doctor's promises, I thought... Needless to say, I resented the title calling God "Great Physician" for ages.
Over the past few years, God has allowed me to meet a few doctors, even a surgeon, who are chipping my former ideas away. As I get to know these doctors personally, I see them as compassionate Christians who find the Lord in medicine. A year or so ago I found a book at the library called "The Language of God: A Scientist Presents Evidence for Belief," written by Dr. Francis S. Collins. Dr. Collins heads the Human Genome Project. He dedicated his life and profession to the Lord in the midst of mapping DNA and studying biochemistry. This book is written in a very approachable style that had me hooked within pages. Reading Dr. Collins' zest for faith through medicine began to shift my thinking.
I may never know what Dr. Mosca, my pediatric orthopedic surgeon believes, but God has provided ways for me to excel even after my body did not react as "promised" after the surgery I endured. Yesterday's sermon didn't say that God is a creationist or evolutionist. He is Creator, period. He made me and those who care for me with their best knowledge and skills. I've learned that doctors don't know everything, though. Thank God I don't have to, either!
Over the past few years, God has allowed me to meet a few doctors, even a surgeon, who are chipping my former ideas away. As I get to know these doctors personally, I see them as compassionate Christians who find the Lord in medicine. A year or so ago I found a book at the library called "The Language of God: A Scientist Presents Evidence for Belief," written by Dr. Francis S. Collins. Dr. Collins heads the Human Genome Project. He dedicated his life and profession to the Lord in the midst of mapping DNA and studying biochemistry. This book is written in a very approachable style that had me hooked within pages. Reading Dr. Collins' zest for faith through medicine began to shift my thinking.
I may never know what Dr. Mosca, my pediatric orthopedic surgeon believes, but God has provided ways for me to excel even after my body did not react as "promised" after the surgery I endured. Yesterday's sermon didn't say that God is a creationist or evolutionist. He is Creator, period. He made me and those who care for me with their best knowledge and skills. I've learned that doctors don't know everything, though. Thank God I don't have to, either!
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