I have no trouble living with most things. I live with two spoiled but cherished cats. I live peacefully with my neighbors, those I know well and those I just wave to as we pass on the street. I live with the believers in our church. I live happily with Marj, my wife of thirty-two years. And of course I live with Jesus, my Savior and Lord.

But I also live with other things that, if I had my choice, I would rather not. This is where the battles are often fought.

One is heartache. It slows me down and at times lays me aside. It takes the edge off my life, dulls the joy of living, and frustrates my spirit at times At times, it is a voice that whispers I don't earn my keep. Other times it suggests, "If only this one thing was different, so much would be changed, so much might be right."

But that's not the case presently, so I have to live with, and, more importantly, to learn from that inner pain.

Yet so many people live with disabilities and limitations that, if allowed to, could erode and even ...