This post originally appeared on the Anabaptist Disability Network. The themes below are echoed in episode 4 of the Disability and the Canadian Church podcast so if this blog post resonates with you I recommend giving that a listen. 

When I was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis several years ago the biggest loss I experienced was my sense of self worth.

I felt so broken that I couldn’t believe I was still loveable. I had always been very independent and competent but all of a sudden I couldn’t contribute to my life the way I was used to. I stopped working. My husband stepped up and took on the household chores and more of the childcare. On top of that he also had to care for me – washing my hair, showering me, and helping with all sorts of tiny tasks of daily life. The worst part was that, although his actions were very loving, and although he reassured me he loved me, I didn’t trust it to be true. I felt like a burden that he was stuck with and surely must resent.

I didn’t trust God’s love either. I didn’t trust that God was even real anymore. I lost myself.

In September of 2019 I wrote in my journal

I don’t like depending so much on others for my sense of self-worth. I need to learn how to love myself and decide that I am enough. Hopefully I can retrain my brain until that’s my default setting. I am enough.

The next day I had an epiphany while in the bath. I was praying the prayer of St. Francis which is always my favourite way to pray. As usual, I started by meditating inwards to prepare my heart but this time, instead of preparing my heart to be generous to others, I realized that I have not held grace for myself. This time, I prayed through each phrase, asking God to help me love myself, so that I could begin to trust the love of others.

Make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred let me sow love

Let me stop hating myself for what I cannot control; for only a physical change, for such a temporal quality. 

Where there is injury, pardon

Let me forgive my body. Instead of being bitter about its failures let me recognize the ways it still works hard for me and allows me to live a full life. 

Where there is doubt, faith

Let me have faith that I am loved and loveable. Let me not doubt the love of the people around me. Let me believe myself worthy. 

Where there is despair, hope

Instead of looking to the future with anxiety and fear, let me be hopeful that life will still be good. Let me look forward to travel and spending time with friends and building in my career rather than despairing that I will be a burden to those around me. 

Where there is darkness, light

When life is dark and depression crouches at the door, help me to wield a light to hold it at bay. May my heart be light and open to life around me. 

And where there is sadness, joy.

May I find joy in the new experiences open to me through this new body. Rather than grieving for what was, may I marvel at what is and revel in these new opportunities. 

 When I look back at this prayer now, four years later, I can see the ways God has answered my cry. I have found joy in the new opportunities my disabled body has brought me. I have been able to forgive my body for the way it moves (or doesn’t) differently than it used to. Once again I believe in my own inherent worth and I know that I am both loveable and deeply loved.

Jasmine takes a selfie in a yarn filled with fall leaves. She is smiling.