I’m staring down my third move in a year. And I’m not happy about it.
Remembering to be thankful can be a challenge in and of itself, but being thankful for the hard things in life is even moreso. How can we show gratitude for things that cause us pain, that hurt our hearts and are seemingly so meaningless?
Being thankful for the body that you live inside doesn’t always come easily. It’s a lot easier to wish it would look different, act different or be something else entirely than to be thankful for what it is and what it does to keep you alive.
Today, I’m so happy to welcome Beth to the blog to chat about her career as a Teacher of the Visually Impaired [TVI]. She had a prolific, 33-year career, but what I’m very excited and grateful for is that Beth wasn’t just a TVI… she was my TVI!
Christmas is now less than two weeks away, and I’m as excited as anyone. But as the chaos of the holiday descends, I’m struck by the odd sense that we are doing it wrong.
As Christmas approaches and the world descends into a frenzy of holiday activity, I take a walk down memory lane, and reflect on the six Christmasses with my family before I became blind.
I am a Christian–a follower of Jesus Christ, and I am not ashamed. Many people see the word Christian and presume many things about me. Christians as a whole are stereotyped, categorized and presumed to be many things that they are not–a few of the more common presumptions being judgmental and close-minded.
Growing up around the Thanksgiving dinner table, when asked what I was thankful for this year, my disability was never on the list.