Our Thanksgiving letter, postponed till Christmas, has now become a New Year’s greeting.

Our family picture, eventually taken, came after bouts of illness and chaos, complete with our three-year-old grandson wiping out on the bricks right as he was making his way to the right spot to pose.

So, now, here we are, finally getting around to posting something. To those who’ve been asking and watching patiently for an update, thanks much!

Our tardiness sketches vividly what our lives are like living with a disability: we cannot be in a hurry. Disability slows us down to a habitual plod, because we can’t reach around all that we did before. We can’t make dozens of Christmas cookies and make sure everyone has the right present or even get our holiday greenery in place and jolly. Instead, we have to make sure that Pete gets his breathing treatments when the weather gets cold and dry, and that he still gets his mat exercises in for physical therapy when our helpers are out for Christmas, and that we are rested enough to take on his overnight care when his night nurse has a winter cold. Doesn’t always feel Christmas-y.

Still, the Lord gives us everything He has for us. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by our tortoise-style pace. In fact, He multiplies our time to us.

So when our three children, their spouses, our three grandchildren, and some nieces and nephews spent days with Doug, Peter and me over the holidays, somehow, the four dozen eggs, the 24 cups of coffee, and the pounds of bacon untold were scrambled, brewed and fried up every day. Everyone pitched in cheerily to make it happen. They keep it from falling on our shoulders. And our faithful mat session team showed up to help even on Christmas Eve. Likewise, a dear friend from church baked several dozen cookies to give me a supply to share with neighbors and night nurses, so that I can have a way of reaching out to others over the holidays. What can we give that we are not given?!

Our slowness keeps us aware that our own resources are not what moves us forward. We only must hold up the staff: the Lord parts the waters. What a chance to stand still and see the marvelous works made possible when He invades our world!

The Scripture says that the redeemed of the Lord must tell where and when and in what manner this redemption has occurred. This New Year, Lord willing, my aim is to post monthly to testify how the Lord’s Christmas incarnation and subsequent work brings us along. We want to lift him up and encourage others who are slowed with the burden of disability or grief, because, the Lord GOD says, “Behold, I am the one who has laid as a foundation in Zion, a stone, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone, of a sure foundation: ‘Whoever believes will not be in haste.’” Isaiah 28:16