Tomorrow I am getting the cast off my left lower arm.
For over six weeks I have felt I am carrying around a heavy weight.
This has restricted me so much. I have needed my husband and family’s help to dress and get washed. This is humbling and keeps me dependant on others. Others have had to do the cooking, shopping and housework. Lucky me. I have had an enforced rest.
I cannot drive so I cannot escape from the house if I wanted to. I am learning to be patient and to ask for help. Others in the family are learning patience as well. It has been a good learning curve. We are more forbearing with one another.
This accident happened at the beginning of June. Normally my husband and I take a holiday in May, which refreshes us before the busy summer, when some of our children are back from university and our home is full again.
This year our fourteenth child, Angela, completed her secondary education and plans to go on to university in September. We needed to be here with her to help her with university applications and to encourage her through her final A level exams.
Brendan and I have found this to be an important part of our work. From last September Angela had to fill in forms to apply to university, write her cv, go to a formal, travel to interviews and make a video. We have had to keep her focused when her studies became overwhelming. Then in the spring, expectation heightened as she waited to see if applications were successful.
Angela is a clever girl and had applied to do medicine at university. In January Angela received a letter from one university to say she was unsuccessful in her application. That was okay. There was hope that she would get accepted from the next one.
In May hopes were dashed when she got her final refusal. Her dad and I helped keep her spirits up to focus on her final exams. I remembered Winston Churchill’s words, “Never, never give up”. She could always take a year out and re apply. I did not relish the thought of another year of ups and downs. We prayed for her and trusted that the Lord would guide.
Many years ago when I had five children I read in Isaiah 54 v 13
“All your sons (and daughters) will be taught by the Lord, and great will be your children’s peace”. I held on to that promise in the past for my other 13 children who have been successful to go on to third level education. We had peace.
Angela was now able to reflect and ask herself the question, “Did she really want to do medicine”. Were we as parents or her teachers putting expectations on her? As we talked it became clear she did not want to do medicine! It seemed the right thing for her to do. Many are the plans in the mind of man but the Lord directs his path. Getting the refusals lifted the pressure.
A few days later she received an offer from Edinburgh to do Neuroscience. She was delighted. She accepted this offer and hopes to go there in September if she gets suitable results. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt as if I had given birth and was glad the pain was over.
Brendan, I and children are just back from a holiday in Kerry. A friend had called to say a house was available in Kerry. We were all in need of a holiday. Tempers were short as pressures came when we were feeling weak. We all crashed, slept long, ate good food, and enjoyed the sun on our bodies after a long cold winter. I firmly believe holidays are not a luxury. They are a necessity for body, soul and spirit to be refreshed.
My heart overflows with gratitude to God for his faithfulness to us these last thirty four years since I prayed to have a baby. He has been with us to help us rear our fourteen children, to keep them healthy and give them good success.
Ref New International Bible.