Transfers are a way of life - part of the normal day-to-day for many caregivers. My son is total care, that means numerous times over the day I move him from place to place. He can bear weight, pivot a bit, and use his muscles to sit, but still needs max assistance for safety's sake. When I first brought him home over a decade ago, I was terrified. Although he only got up for an hour a day back then, I would get sick to my stomach when it was time to transfer him from the bed to the chair and vice versa. Needless to say - I'm long over those fears. :-)
This morning I had him up on the side of the bed ready to get into his chair. He was having a bit of difficulty and his eyes were acting up - allergies or something. I leaned in. Placed my arms under his and gently said, "trust me." He totally relaxed as I lifted him and placed him safely in his wheelchair.
But at that moment, it was as though I heard God say the same thing to me. Trust Me.
Sometimes I feel strong. But many times I feel weak and vulnerable. Life can be crippling - even if it's emotionally and not physically. Like Chris, some days I feel strong and ready to do all I can. Other days, I feel limp inside and unable to stand on my own. It's in those moments, though, when God leans in close and whispers, trust Me.
Just like Chris chose to trust my care of him this morning, I find that I must trust God. He has me. He understands my emotions, my crazy thoughts, and me! He is fully capable of taking on anything and everything I face today as a caregiver. He is strong enough to get me where I need to be without incident - when I trust Him.
Today, I will trust Him for everything. When He leans in close to help, I will surrender in total trust and confidence that He's got me. Will you join me?