As I sit and watch my kids' basketball practice I am reminded once again of the beauty of innocence. There are so many different children: some tall, some short, some fair, some dark. You see some who are jocks, some who are quirky and some who are clueless. Then I see my boy Jed with his feet and arms all going in different directions as he is running. He has the biggest smile on his face; he has no idea he is different from the rest of the kids. There was a time my heart would ache as I watched my disabled children trying to fit in. But now I praise God for my special blessings.
Many might say a disabled child is God's mistake. But being a mother of many disabled kids I can share that they are truly God's blessings, not his mistakes. I know my children were perfectly created because I know the hands of their creator.
"I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;" (Psalm 139:14-15)
Many people will tell me how blessed my children are to be loved and cared by us. Oh what wrong thinking! God is constantly teaching me through my children. He has used them to knock my pride down and humble me. He has used them to teach me unconditional love. But most importantly He has used them to show me beauty is not on the outside but is found in a pure heart. Each one of my children, no matter how different, was created for a purpose and that purpose is to glorify our King. "For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago." (Ephesians 2:10)