With the trials and tribulations placed before me after my stroke, I found a song that I can totally relate to; it’s called Just Be Held by the Casting Crowns.
From a career perspective, I lost everything I worked hard to build up. To be honest, it still eats at me. I really don’t know what the future is going to hold for us or where I will end up. Once I get better, we’ve talked about moving to the Wylie or Murphy area since there are more job opportunities in Plano/Richardson.
About 6 months post-stroke, the PM at my old rehab told me that I would stop making progress eventually; regardless, I’m going to keep pushing forward. I will never forget that and I will never stop fighting. My stroke was very unique which has been a curse. Not all strokes are the same. Don’t put me in a category.
Unless you work with a rehab that specializes in auditory processing, your therapy won’t be geared to the level to obtain the best results. In Dallas, there are only a few such clinics; luckily, I’m attending such a clinic. Not all audiologists are trained to diagnose auditory processing issues. The first audiologist I went to wasn’t trained to understand these issues. Many children have auditory processing issues.
This past week, I met another goal in my therapy. From now on, due to privacy reasons, I’m going to refrain from posting the details of my accomplishments but things are progressing well.
My therapist looks for ways to help me get over the humps that I encounter in therapy. She lays out my goals before me which has been very helpful.
Just Be Held by the Casting Crowns
Hold it all together
Everybody needs you strong
But life hits you out of nowhere
And barely leaves you holding on
And when you’re tired of fighting
Chained by your control
There’s freedom in surrender
Lay it down and let it go
So when you’re on your knees and answers seem so far away
You’re not alone, stop holding on and just be held
Your worlds not falling apart, its falling into place
I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held
Just be held, just be held
If your eyes are on the storm
You’ll wonder if I love you still
But if your eyes are on the cross
You’ll know I always have and I always will
And not a tear is wasted
In time, you’ll understand
I’m painting beauty with the ashes
Your life is in My hands
Lift your hands, lift your eyes
In the storm is where you’ll find Me
And where you are, I’ll hold your heart
I’ll hold your heart
Come to Me, find your rest
In the arms of the God who wont let go