My name is Nina, pronounced with a long i. I’m 62 years old and married to an extremely patient man who has graced me daily for 40 years. We have 2 adult sons and 1 tiny chihuahua with a huge personality.
I’m both hearing and visually impaired which as a child left me with just way too many insecurities. By the time I was a young adult, I had packed enough baggage to fill the luggage compartment of a Grey Hound Bus. It wasn’t until I got into the Word of God that I understood in my heart I need not be ashamed of my disabilities.
2 Corinthians 12:7-10 opened my eyes to see I wasn’t to hide my disabilities in a closet and shut the door on them as if they didn’t exist. I wasn’t to turn my back on them and never speak of them. It’s one thing to wear hearing aids, but with the loss of my left eye and lack of peripheral vision someone could be standing right next to me and I wouldn’t even know they were there. If I want to have a voice in this world I’ve learned I have to be honest and express what I need from people, especially those in my little sphere of influence.
My physical disabilities keep me dependent upon God in the ordinary, every day of life and give me opportunities to boast in His goodness and faithfulness. His grace has always been enough.
I don’t want to live life afraid of what others might think of me or of being left out because I can’t hear like most normal people.
And what is normal, anyway? Sometimes I think it’s highly over-rated.
This blog is about breaking silence…finding peace…sharing grace. If you’re looking for a step-by-step “how-to” I’m afraid this isn’t it. This is just me, being real and journaling the ways I look to God in the every day of life through the lens of His Word.
I was born with hereditary, degenerative hearing loss which means my hearing gets worse with every year God gives me breath. It’s now severe in the areas where real speech takes place. My grandfather was deaf, as is my mother. One day, I may be, too. Although I’ve never learned sign language, God has given me the ability to read lips. Not perfectly, but good enough.
As a child, I lost my left eye in a backyard accident. I wear a prosthesis. In all my years of living, I’ve only met one other woman who wore a prosthetic eye, but I know there are others out there. I know there are women who struggle with the same insecurities as me and they aren’t even hearing or visually impaired. I know there are women who encounter the same challenges and battle the same fears as I do.
I know because I’ve met them.
We’re not alone. Ever.
Sometimes life is hard and sometimes life isn’t fair, but I know there’s a God in heaven who cares. He sees. He understands and when life is lived in the fullness of His grace, life is lived well……even with all the weaknesses, the frailties, and way too many insecurities.
Somehow the grace of God covers it all.