I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS) in November of 2016. It was the one thing that completely put my life plan on hold…but not without a fight. Those of you who know me, know that I am not a church or religious person, but I DO love me some Jesus. I trust Him with my life, but I also fight with Him. In a most respectful way.
I had a plan. I always envisioned myself (even when I was a stay-at-home-homeschooling-my kids-mama) as a powerful businesswoman, in control, making money, living my best life. Every job I held included some sort of management role and I always planned to take that all the way. I never felt like I needed a piece of paper to define me or to prove my worth, so I never got my college degree. My plan, though, at the beginning of 2016 included finally getting my degree. I was working at UPS, doing great, until my hours were cut in half and I could no longer continue the lifestyle that I was living. I then chose to go to Amazon because it was a guaranteed 40 hour per week job with great benefits and decent pay. I worked the overnight shift, slept for a couple of hours and went to school on campus at Indiana University Southeast. Love that place. Anyway, things were going just how I had planned them and I was so proud of myself.
Then Jesus stepped in. And He knows me. He knows I am a fighter and He just didn’t care. Actually, He kinda told me to hold off on my plan before I dove in headfirst, but I explained to Him, like I always do, “But, God, I’m going to do this thing and it’s going to be so incredible and…”
“Um, you probably want to just wait and see what I have for you, Erica.” He gently replies, like He always does, because I always argue with Him.
“Yeah, but…” I eagerly retort, like I always do, because I always argue with Him.
He doesn’t respond this time, like He always doesn’t because He knows I won’t listen. So as I was saying, my plan was playing out perfectly. Then He stepped in and literally had to put me flat on my back.
“Okay, Erica, don’t be mad, but I’m doing a thing. You’re not going to like it, but trust me.”
“That’s cool, as long as it doesn’t interfere with my plan.”
Now, I am not saying MS was a punishment by any means. I am saying that it took this uncontrollable, unpredictable albatross around my neck to slow me down. God and I have a thing. He says something, I argue, he lets me, He does His doesn’t-seem-like-it-now-but-it-really-is-love-thing, and I eventually surrender. It works for us. Makes our relationship stronger.
I will talk about my diagnosis in more detail in another blog, but during the time after my diagnosis, I was unable to work. I was somewhat cool with that. I couldn’t walk so going to school on campus was out of the question. I was not so cool with that.
“Um, did you know they have computers? I can do school online!” I said this, not in a challenging way, but just so He knew that part of my plan was still doable while He still did His thing.
“Um, did you know that MS fog is a real thing?” He said this, not in a challenging way, but just so I knew that His plan was THE plan and He needed me to be still.
I could no longer retain anything. I mean nothing. My fingers became bear paws and I could no longer type. I never got angry with Him, but I did slowly realize that my plan was null and void. Because I know He loves me and I trust Him, I finally stopped fighting. He hugged me and said “I’ve got this.”
I will also go into more detail about how He had me in yet another blog. When I finally gave up my plan and surrendered to His, miraculous things began to happen. Knowing that He sees the entire picture, beginning to end, and that I am limited to the very small picture in front of me, it allows me to trust that He will do way more for me than I can do for myself. I let Him do a thing, and it was good.