Trying to Refocus

Proverbs 17:17, " A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity." I've been avoiding writing lately because I've felt depressed. It's been four months and five days, with lots of ups and downs, since we got the hospital bed. When I started getting some sensation in my legs a couple months ago, I really thought I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm still having sensation, but I haven't been able to move my legs. I've also had an increase in pain. I have allowed these to make me rather depressed. I also felt like it would be hypocritical to write when I wasn't following the advice I already posted. I realize now that if I had to wait to be perfect in order to write, it would never happen. This is not about me being perfect, but about God being perfect. Even Paul did not claim to have attained the goal of complete Christ-likeness this side of heaven. Philippians 3:12-14, "12 Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. 13 Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Hopefully my focus is back in the right direction, off of me and on God. I love the verse from Proverbs 17:17 mentioned above, and I've seen it borne out so beautifully in these last few months. Family and friends have been so faithful to write, visit, provide meals and other needs, pray, give advice when I ask for it, run kids around, and lots of other things that I may have forgotten to list. Some friends visit several times a week and help with my personal care. Some come and read with me. My Dad is here daily to do wound care, with other family members coming regularly to either help with my care or help with other needs, and visit. My Mom cooks for us several times a week. And, of course, Sean and Tanner handle the bulk of my care, with my other children providing lots of encouragement. I need to remember to be thankful for these things. I'm still hoping and praying for movement in my legs and the ability to walk again. There are three main things that I would love to do when that happens. First would be to visit my daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter in New Hampshire. Second would be to walk through the doors of our new church. And third would be to help pastor Vilmer Paul to raise funds for his school in Haiti, and visit to see the fulfillment of the vision God gave him.