To Lift or Not Lift

Lately it seems like it's one thing after another that gives problems. This week, it was a device that has been working well for decades that decided to stop.

In 1994, a few months after moving into our new house, dad installed a lift on my bedroom ceiling. At that time, my nurses used it daily to get me in and and of bed for school. Now, my caregivers still use it every time I get up, just not as often. This past Monday, I went to get up to bike, but the lift's hook wouldn't go down to connect to the sling underneath me.

That night, dad looked at it and couldn't find obvious problems other than some green goo in the main control wire. He tried cleaning it out Monday and Tuesday evening, but couldn't get it completely clean. It was a mystery of where to look next or how to fix it.

Wednesday, my caregiver noticed a phone number on the machine. I figured it had been disconnected long ago, but it actually rang and a very helpful person from the lift company answered. He gave direction on other areas to look and emergency controls that none of us knew existed. That evening, I relayed my new lift knowledge to dad and, after some ingenuity, he was able to get it cleared out and working again. I got up on Friday and Saturday with some slight lift hiccups, but they were successful flights.

We often take things for granted, until they stop working. I've been thankful for the last three decades that I can get out of bed without relying solely on dad. My parents were able to take a few days away, and I figured I would be stuck in bed all week. I'm glad that wasn't the case and the problem was solved before they left.

Matthew 6:34 says to not worry about tomorrow as each day has enough trouble of its own. That has been the quad life this week, but I'm thankful to know God has every day, and minute, covered.