If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll be aware that I am partially-disabled. And, in addition, I have other ailments that contribute to me suffering with chronic pain.
Last week or two (2) has been rather physical for me. This translates to pain. More pain!
To be honest, I really needed to get some things cleared out of my home, so I packed them up and took them to my daughter B's home a couple of weeks ago. She was having a yard sale weekend and I thought it might be good to add to her collection of items for sale.
However, packing and lifting isn't easy for me. Oh, the pain! But, I survived. Thank You, Lord for helping me!
Then, I decided last week to dispose of my deceased husband Gordon's golf clubs, bag and cart.
Last year I thought about doing this, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Consequently, they were still downstairs in my apartment building's basement storage locker.
This year, I decided they had to go.
Not just because I felt ready to dispose of Gordon's things, but also because I knew I needed the room in my locker. Still, I am grateful that God's timing is always perfect, for He helped me be ready this year.
Last Thursday, I packed up boxes that needed to go downstairs into my basement locker.
Down in the elevator I went. Not to the basement. You see, when my building was built, the City of Windsor didn't approve of an elevator going down to the basement level.
At the time it was built, my building was and still is, the only building on the water side of Riverside Drive.
While I cannot say for sure, I imagine that due to being located on the edge of the Detroit River, they weren't sure if flooding would happen. I truly cannot think of any other reason why the elevator system would only work up from the entrance level and not downstairs.
In any case, the hallway leading to the stairwell I needed to access, has a handful of stairs I had to climb, with the boxes I was carrying. Then, as I approached the stairwell, I had to go down the same number of stairs, to reach the entrance door to the basement.
Going downstairs sounds easy. Well, for some people it might be, but for me with physical challenges due to knee and other problems, it wasn't. Especially since there is an extra-long staircase (about 30 stairs!) to conquer.
Arriving at my locker, I thanked God for helping me.
Then, I went to unlock the unit. Oops... I had forgotten the key in my apartment, for it was still on Gordon's key ring.
Back upstairs, I went. Then, down once more.
By the time I arrived at the locker and unlocked the unit, I was already exhausted! Even so, I continued in my endeavour, eventually unpacking what I needed to take upstairs, and packing away the boxes I had brought with me.
When I say I prayed, I truly mean it! Being alone, and without help, I made my way to the staircase. Prayer continued every step of the way.
Reaching the top of the staircase, I closed the basement door, and climbed the handful of stairs leading to the hallway; then, before reaching the elevator, I thanked God for helping me down the handful of stairs. What an accomplishment!
By the time I arrived in my apartment, I felt physically drained. Even so, I praised God and thanked Jesus for helping me and for answering my prayer in a positive way.
This reminded me of a Bible verse. Isaiah 43:19 tells us, " Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it?
I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert."
It seems He always makes a way where there isn't one. At least, for me! He gave me strength and ability to do what I needed to do. For this, I am truly grateful! After all, there was no one else to help me.
As like some other times, there is more I would like to say, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.
Until next time...
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