Better Days Ahead
I love the Lord with all my heart, soul and mind. I really do but I sometimes wonder about things. We all have been there. When some injustice is done to a loved one, when we hear of someone sick who has served the Lord for many years. I know life isn't fair, so I wish people would stop trying to make it fair. You try to deal with hand you have been dealt.
For me, dealing with the hand that I have been dealt is dealing with albinism. Which means no pigments in my skin. That means I cannot tan, I burn, like a piece of bacon in a hot skillet. When I was young, people used to tell me I needed to get a suntan, I needed some sun. So I went to the store , got some suntan lotion. The only thing it did was turn my skin an orange color. Then I graduated to the sunless tanners. They sort of worked to a point. I get questioned all the time about my blonde hair, it is not from a bottle, it is this color, because of the albinism. I won't have to worry about it turning gray either, because my hair had pigments to turn gray. That may be good as I get older, but I wonder if I will look strange. On one of the hands I have been dealt is low vision. I am legally blind.
I have tried to make myself a productive member of society, but there are those who won't let you be productive. Just because you are not what they call "normal" they want you to stay at home and not work, and then they talk about all of the people in America drawing checks. I would work if someone
would hire me . A few days a week to start out with. People don't seem to care that I worked for over thirty years. Yes, I am older. I am also wiser, I will not give you my all just to be told that I am not making the grade. I will not give my all only to be talked to any kind of way and made to feel stupid. I just want a fair deal.
On the way home I was talking to my dad about me and my sister. I know that if we live right and walk in the ways of the Lord there is a better day coming. We can look forward to no more crying, no more aches and pains, no more people telling us we are not good enough. All will be a peace, I know this, but as I told my dad, it would be nice to have a blessing or two down here while we are on earth. When I say this I mean we have had to fight for the just the basics. Being treated kindly, by people,. I remember the courtship years, when people basically told me I wasn't good enough for them, I needed to get a tan, dye my hair, ect. When I finally did find someone who loved me and thought I was beautiful, women started flirting with him. He had to cuss one of them out so she would leave him alone. Going to school hasn't been easy at times. School is a lot of work and sometimes they move too fast in the classroom, then I have to come home and catch up on what they were doing. My sister went to Concord even when her person she was riding with bailed at the last minute and others didn't want her riding with them because she didn't have a car. She was more than willing to pay her share, but she didn't have a car. How fair is that, so my dad and his buddy use to take her to school and go fishing while she attended classes and come back to get her. Now my dad is not in the best of health and we have to rely on others to drive us back and forth to places. We live in a town that does not have much to choose from in the way of public transit, further handicapping us even more. I just get so sick and tired of it all and wonder when there will be better days for us.
God has some awesome promises in His word, but I sometimes wonder when will it be my turn to experience the table prepared for me in the pressence of my enemies. When will God make a stream in the desert. Sometimes you wonder.
For me, dealing with the hand that I have been dealt is dealing with albinism. Which means no pigments in my skin. That means I cannot tan, I burn, like a piece of bacon in a hot skillet. When I was young, people used to tell me I needed to get a suntan, I needed some sun. So I went to the store , got some suntan lotion. The only thing it did was turn my skin an orange color. Then I graduated to the sunless tanners. They sort of worked to a point. I get questioned all the time about my blonde hair, it is not from a bottle, it is this color, because of the albinism. I won't have to worry about it turning gray either, because my hair had pigments to turn gray. That may be good as I get older, but I wonder if I will look strange. On one of the hands I have been dealt is low vision. I am legally blind.
I have tried to make myself a productive member of society, but there are those who won't let you be productive. Just because you are not what they call "normal" they want you to stay at home and not work, and then they talk about all of the people in America drawing checks. I would work if someone
would hire me . A few days a week to start out with. People don't seem to care that I worked for over thirty years. Yes, I am older. I am also wiser, I will not give you my all just to be told that I am not making the grade. I will not give my all only to be talked to any kind of way and made to feel stupid. I just want a fair deal.
On the way home I was talking to my dad about me and my sister. I know that if we live right and walk in the ways of the Lord there is a better day coming. We can look forward to no more crying, no more aches and pains, no more people telling us we are not good enough. All will be a peace, I know this, but as I told my dad, it would be nice to have a blessing or two down here while we are on earth. When I say this I mean we have had to fight for the just the basics. Being treated kindly, by people,. I remember the courtship years, when people basically told me I wasn't good enough for them, I needed to get a tan, dye my hair, ect. When I finally did find someone who loved me and thought I was beautiful, women started flirting with him. He had to cuss one of them out so she would leave him alone. Going to school hasn't been easy at times. School is a lot of work and sometimes they move too fast in the classroom, then I have to come home and catch up on what they were doing. My sister went to Concord even when her person she was riding with bailed at the last minute and others didn't want her riding with them because she didn't have a car. She was more than willing to pay her share, but she didn't have a car. How fair is that, so my dad and his buddy use to take her to school and go fishing while she attended classes and come back to get her. Now my dad is not in the best of health and we have to rely on others to drive us back and forth to places. We live in a town that does not have much to choose from in the way of public transit, further handicapping us even more. I just get so sick and tired of it all and wonder when there will be better days for us.
God has some awesome promises in His word, but I sometimes wonder when will it be my turn to experience the table prepared for me in the pressence of my enemies. When will God make a stream in the desert. Sometimes you wonder.
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