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Go shoppingHi! I’m Keira—managing #adultingwhilechronic one very long day at a time.
I’ve always been an excited kid.
Ask my mom and she’ll tell you she prayed for a strong, passionate, creative, independent young woman.
She’ll also tell you her prayers were answered to a much stronger degree than she expected.
(She’ll also tell you that I am her mother’s fault because her mother gave her The Mother’s Curse: I hope you have kids just like you some day.
So who’s really to say who’s responsible?)
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"Spirited" was what she called it.
My mom, that is.
She said I was spirited.
(I think that’s a nice way of saying I drove her nuts, but she denies it.)
To say I was active was an understatement.
From a very young age I was flipping over couches and jumping off of stuff. I tried ballet, but they recommended gymnastics because my ideal dance class included hanging upside down on the bar.
At first I missed the tutus, not gonna lie.
It turned out I was pretty good at flipping over things, so I stuck with the sport for about eight years—in addition to running cross country and track and doing theater. A member of the competitive team, I was State Champion three times in a row before being invited to compete on an even larger scale.
And then,
I broke my back.
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My body completely deteriorated.
The virus that visited me on and off for years moved in to stay.
The pain from my traumatic arm break several years ago increased.
They couldn’t get my back pain under control.
I would miss entire weeks of school at a time.
And no one could figure out what was wrong with me.
Within two years I went from the State All-Around Title to being bed-bound.
And every goal I’d ever had seemed gone forever.
The elite team. National Honor Society. Voice lessons. Varsity cheer squad. Leading worship. The spring musical. Graduating. Traditional college.
All of it and more—just GONE.
I spent countless hours demanding an explanation and being furious with God for not giving me the answers. I prayed and prayed for healing until I finally received an answer.
And the answer wasn’t yes.
But please listen to me when I say this: those years were pretty terrible for me. REALLY terrible.
But I wouldn’t change a thing.
Because I’ve spent the last several years falling more in love with a God that gave it all for me.
And for Him I’d do it all again.
This is my life.
And if God can make it something,
if God can fill me with Love and Goodness,
I will choose Him.