Construction!

Construction in progress! It’s a beautiful thing… but in the process, we may not see it… I have come to realize that admist it, if you don’t walk away and come back with clean and clear eyes, you can get stuck in the process.

My family, the Lind’s, ancestry lineage has a line of carpenters that go way back. It’s really amazing, because to this day, the Lind’s are creating and constructing beautiful works of art all around them. They change the world for the better and generations to come will be blessed with such craftsmanship.

While looking across the street this morning, I was admiring this huge, huge peice of steel! It made me remember driving the Bobcat on a hobby farm I once lived on. It was so powerful and strong– but it would get stuck in the marsh area. We were so fortunate to have a neighbor with a huge John Dear tractor that would pull it out. He would just shake his head and giggle thinking, “Are you boys ever going to learn?”

Well, that’s the miraculous thing when it comes to CONSTRUCTION– you cannot plan everything to go exactly as you desire. There are so many variable factors, like getting good reliable help, the weather, supplies, tool performance, and precision. Whoa, that’s a word I have gotten stuck on so much, precision. I thought it was perfection…

Perfection in CONSTRUCTION? Debunked. Even if you have every right angle square, every nail driven to the perfect sink, you have a hole and a miter cut in the end. These are changes, and change is inevitable. It’s like this neighborhood that I am transitioning in. People tell me it is the worst area in Atlanta, but with my city experience– it’s the new and upcoming neighborhood. That’s what happens, neighborhoods cycle, people cycle, and the Earth cycles. We embrace CONSTRUCTION!

Today, I am going to focus on this… embracing CONSTRUCTION within, on, and around me. I can stare at my scars and cover them up with shame, or I can choose to see the beauty in them. They are battle wounds, wear and tear, and a sign of healing. That’s strength and keeping the faith in God and our amazing bodies we can and will heal!

Now, being blessed with MS, I have come to really be in tune with my body. It is CONSTRUCTION in progress, and I have taken on the craft of my ancestry and decided to be the general contractor of me. I was astounded yesterday when I tried getting ahold of my passive diagnostic Neurologist for my MS to forward records for an ongoing treatment regimen here. His office and practice is permanently closed. I guess that festering and harnessing my anger for him not proactively taking ahold of this and defaulting to what he called “migraines” came to an end!

Thinking of how it could have effected my “physical” foundation is quite humbling because I may have not found the strength from my flare-up. Just like my MS did for me. It cleared out all of the clutter and debris and patches and bandaids and quick fixes. Now I have scars, I have tolerance, I have wisdom and I am choosing to embrace and love the CONSTRUCTION within and around me.