
Our hearts were made for You, O Lord, and they are restless until they rest in you.
– St. Augustine
Over the past four or five days, I've had minions of people telling me to rest - doctors, friends, aide, etc. (OK maybe minions is an exaggeration! But it's a great image, isn't it?)
My argument has always been that I'm paralyzed - how can I possibly overdo things? Apparently I can despite limited movement. The proof is in the fact that I get pain - and fatigue. These physical symptoms clearly warn me when I exceed the speed limit of being a quadriplegic. I know then that I need physical rest.
But how do I know when I need that other kind of "rest" - the spiritual kind? I know it happens when I am feeling irritable, short-tempered and out of sorts as a result of not setting enough time aside for prayer time, reading the Bible and being with God. When I do spiritual practices, I am able to achieve a state of being where I am "resting in God".
I remember years ago when I went on a Catholic retreat with a group of terminally ill people. Most of them had cancer and were preparing themselves for their final journey home to God. Yet meal times were joyous and our final party the last night of the retreat was full of laughter and smiles. I knew that these people were at peace because they looked forward to being one with God.
For those of us with disabilities, our challenge is to seek God's rest daily as we face each day. Although we do not face death, we do deal with physical problems and stressors that can distract us from our spiritual practices of prayer and being with God. We can allow anger, frustration and bitterness to separate us from God's love if we are not careful. We can let feelings of alienation and fear drive a wedge between us, others, and our Lord.
I am writing of these things because I have done all of them. I have squandered precious time in my life by giving into these negative feelings and states of being. I share this in hopes of sparing someone else that suffering, because it is truly suffering to be separated from God in that kind of negativity.
I am more vigilant now about turning toward prayer and God when these feelings pop up. My vulnerability as a human being with a disability is something I have learned to embrace instead of deny. This allows me to be honest with myself about my true spiritual state of being with God and ask for His help.