True Gumption

gumption/gump'shen/1 initiative, resourcefulness; 2 courage

Her story isn't all that unusual, I suppose. There are thousands who go through it, for one reason or another, and they face it with the same determination and courage. But here in our corner of the world her story touched us all.

Last June a lady at our church had to have the lower part of her left leg amputated below the knee. To a woman who is active and athletic this was devastating, as you might expect. But what was remarkable was that through the devastation, through the agony of loss and the pain of recovery...two things remained steady; faith and gumption. Faith that God had a purpose for her life, faith that He was still with her and would see her though. The courage and gumption to start over again, to make the best of what life had handed her and not complain about it. This was an inspiration to all of us.

Last summer she said she wasn't going to be able to play at the church softball games, but that she would next year.

Next year has arrived....



We salute you Meri! You are an inspiration.

Comments

Anonymous said…
With chills and total admiration for your friend, and for you to pay such an admiring tribute to her, I salute you both. We are here to live. We must remember what living entails and demands of us as far as the quality. Bravo!
May 26, 2010 at 8:59 PM
jel said…
I don't think and thing gets her down ,if so not for long!
May 31, 2010 at 4:03 PM
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