Quantum Leap
Growing up, one of the things that was often on our one channel of English Language TV were Sci-Fi TV shows like Star Trek, Next Generation, and Quantum Leap. I fancied myself quite the SyFy nerd. I was surprised to find out later in life that I actually was NOT a Sci-Fi nerd.
One show I enjoyed though was Quantum Leap. For those of you less SyFy educated than I am (bless you!), Quantum Leap was about your typical physicist who somehow stumbles into a cycle of “leaping” from one reality to another reality (and from one person’s life into another) so he can fix mistakes made by other people in the hopes of ultimately leaping home to his life. And as the series came to an end, Dr. Sam Beckett leaped back home to the life he left.
I really thought I would encounter more time-space continuum issues as an adult than I do, tbh.
Nineteen months ago (exactly!), I leapt from my known life, into a new reality–one that I can’t leap out of, but now I am not sure I want to. When I was diagnosed with MS, from the outside my life didn’t change all that much beyond the healing of my physical symptoms. I still woke up (though I slept less and less), I still went to work, I still spent time with family. And I still order(ed) too many packages from Amazon.
But my internal reality is different. My body aches. Almost all the time. I have migraines so intense that the pain make me catch my breath. Dizziness and numbness are just a part of my day–I promise I am not drinking at 7:30 AM. I joke that I need a shirt that says, “I am not drunk, I have MS” because it’s easier to explain it as a joke than to admit that there are things that I cannot control.
But this leap is not one I am going to leap away from once I fix what went wrong. While there are promising studies out there concerning an MS vaccine and MRNA technology, I am still affected by an incurable disease. This is not a disease I will recover from–I am in remission (for lack of a better term!) but a relapse is always a very real possibility.
I truly believe that before I was formed in my mother’s womb, my current life was known to God, and my purpose was set to include MS. I have said it before and I say it to myself every day–there is a purpose I have in Christ that cannot be completed with a healthy brain and spine. My purpose, from March 24, 2020 on included this disease.
It didn’t simply include it tho. It required it.
Things we call “bad” happen to God’s children not because He is uncaring, unloving, or vengeful. I think “bad things” happen because without those experiences we cannot be who He wants us to be. And if we cannot be who He wants us to be, then we cannot complete His purpose and path for our lives.
Did I feel this so deeply and passionately 19 months ago? No. Not even 9 weeks ago. In the depths of pain, sorrow, and despair, we can’t see the purpose for the pain. But as I see time wash away–day after day and week after week, I see God showing me how the pain truly does have purpose.
One song I have clung to for years now is “Thy Will” by Hillary Scott of Lady A fame. When I don’t get it, I turn this song on repeat and listen, letting the words pour over me and sooth my uncomprehending heart. The lyrics, in part, say,
I know You’re good
But this don’t feel good right now
And I know You think
Of things I could never think about
It’s hard to count it all joy
Distracted by the noise
Just trying to make sense
Of all Your promises
Sometimes I gotta stop
Remember that You’re God
And I am not
So
Thy will be done
No–MS doesn’t feel good. Right now, or most of the time. No–I don’t always count it all joy when I can’t stand well or walk a straight line, or when I stumble and fall.
But God comes through in the ways that seem little, but are in fact HUGE. Like…
Living in a country where I have access to the best medicines and top researchers in my field of need… and having a doctor that pushed my case through to receive the best out there for my disease.
Providing a job closer to my family–prompting me to sell my home in my comfortable little city, and move closer in to my new community.
Providing a house (thanks to my sisters detective skills and my realtor’s intelligence and knowledge!) that not just meets my needs, but surpasses them. (Just ask me about the master bathroom… and the flooring… and the location… I will stop. I could go on for a LONG time!)
Allowing me extra time with my sweet parents as I wait for my house to finish construction–these moments and days are precious. Even if I go to bed at 7:30 PM many nights.
Does having MS feel good? No. Does losing a loved one feel good? No. Does being forced to leap when we aren’t ready seem good? No.
But ask God–as I do every day–how can I see the purpose amid the pain? It may not change the pain, but it does change the petitioner.