Category: Wheelchair

Not a Quitter

by C.C. Hasty, posted in Blessed, God Is Good, Prayer, Uncategorized, Wheelchair

Today, I made a Facebook post that I was no longer going to write my blog to avoid offending people. It was a quick decision made in the heat of the moment, although it has been an issue from the very beginning. I have never faced persecution based on words that I write or thoughts that I have and it isn’t a great feeling to have. I coward.

Luckily, I have friends on Facebook who quickly jerked me to my senses. You all were so  right, to allow others to stop me from writing what I feel God wants me to share is to allow the devil to win. I have never been a quitter, and I refuse to become one now. I will not bow down to others or allow them to control what I do or say.

I do not regret posting what I did on Facebook, because in doing so I was able to see that my blog HAS been an inspiration to others. I truly didn’t know how many actually took the time to read it, much less gained inspiration from what I have written. That was always the hope of course, and considering that God has lead me here to this point, I should have known better. He always has a plan and purpose. It was selfish of me to even consider quitting, and I won’t do so again.

I am so thankful for all of you and your encouragement. It never hurts to have friends that are willing to put you in your place!

Until next time…….

Love and blessings,

C.C.

 

 

 

5 Minutes 

by C.C. Hasty, posted in Blessed, God Is Good, Prayer, Uncategorized, Wheelchair

I have moaned and groaned about not being able to work. It is definitely an adjustment becoming a stay-at-home mom again, especially when the choice was made for you instead of by you. But lately, God has been reminding me that it is what you choose to do with your time, however it is given, that truly matters. Instead of whining about what I should or could be doing, I should take the time I’m given and use it the best way that I can. 

I believe God is using this time to teach me to slow down, and to enjoy the little moments. I have always been the overachiever. All about time management and being productive. In reality, I was just running away from fears and doubts. It’s hard for God to find you when you are going full speed ahead, all the while complaining about how busy you are and all that has to get done. Yet, we allow ourselves to be so busy we forget to make time to spend with our creator. We are so busy living and complaining about being busy that God ends up on the bottom of our to-do-list, or not on it at all. 

After the wreck, everything came into such clear perception in my life. Nothing mattered in that moment except that my children live. Every fear I had ever had became nothing in comparison. I wanted the moments back where my kids got on my ever living nerves. Y’all know what I’m talking about! I wanted to see a dirty bedroom. I wanted to hear them arguing. I didn’t care if the bills were paid. I just wanted to my crazy busy life back. It is easy to get busy living life that we forget to actually live. Every day feels like the same repeat from the ones before. 

There is one simple way to start living again. Only one solution to this problem. Include God in your day. Even for 5 minutes. Give Him those minutes so that He can remind you HOW to live again, as He has reminded me. I would love to say that after the accident I gained a lasting knowledge of not taking my time for granted. But I am human, and no matter how hard are lessons in life are, sometimes God has to give us gentle reminders to not take the time He has given us for granted. He loves us enough to forgive us and welcome us back into His embrace. 

Love and blessings, 

C.C. 

God is Good Enough 

by C.C. Hasty, posted in Blessed, God Is Good, Heaven, Mom, Prayer, Uncategorized, Wheelchair

Yesterday we were at the point of taking Jackson back to Vanderbilt. He literally could not stop coughing. I was diagnosed with a sinus infection and was afraid his had turned into one too. Seems like no biggie, but Jackson’s lungs are comprised due to his spinal cord injury. A sinus infection and congestion can quickly lead to pneumonia. 

Lately, God has reminded me of the faith I used to have. Some of you are thinking, “Used to have?” You see, I believe in laying hands on the sick. I believe in speaking in tongues. I believe in angels and demons. I believe in dancing and shouting and praising a God that has Saved me. Some call it Pentecostal. Some may even call it crazy. Somehow along the way I lost it. It’s not that I stopped believing, I just lost my fire for God. Let’s be honest, we all lose our way at different moments in our lives. Something happens and we pull back from God, even without realizing it. It can be something traumatic, like losing someone you loved. Or something simple as being busy in your day to day life. 

So last night as I was desperate for Jackson to feel better, I immediately thought, “I need to ask our friends on Facebook to pray for him.” And God said, “You do it.” But….. it takes lots of prayers! Not just my prayer. It takes an army of prayer warriors. I am a simple mom. My faith isn’t enough. “Yes, it is.” Don’t you love how we sometimes argue with God? Cause surely I am not the only one who does this, right?!? 

So I did what God told me to do, I laid my hands on him and prayed aloud for his healing. I felt God move through me. Even then I didn’t believe that Jackson would be healed. Not that I don’t believe in God, or His miraculous healing. I didn’t believe in myself. I didn’t believe that my faith was strong enough. That I was good enough for God to use. But God only needs the faith of a mustard seed. 

I’m sure you all know where this is going. Jackson WAS healed. And not later. Not the next morning. IMMEDIATELY. This baby had coughed every single minute for two days straight. He coughed the entire time I was praying for him. The minute my hands left his body, he stopped. He has not coughed a single time since. 

God had to make me see that yes, I am good enough. I am more than enough. I am His child. My faith, even when it feels small and helpless, is enough, because it isn’t me that has the power to do anything. I never did and never will. It is Him. And as long as we believe in Him, He can and will do amazing things through us. We just have to step out in faith and let Him take the lead. 

Love and blessings, 

C.C.