This weekend I had the privilege of being around a special needs, child and I learned some things. I learned that I am not as loving and compassionate as I should be.
At church when the pastor said something about if somebody has prayed for you stand up. I stood up and I noticed my youngest daughter sitting and I told her somebody has prayed for you so you need to stand up. I thought about how I had concerned abortion when I found out I was pregnant, and how I prayed when she was once month old and hospitalized and the doctors were unable to figure what was wrong with her. I would go to the chapel at the hospital and pray. Even thought my family didn’t tell me they prayed during this time for my baby I know they did.
I thought about how I have taken for granted that God has blessed with two healthy normal daughters. I know I don’t thank Him enough.
My Dad confronted me about my lack of compassion towards the little boy. I felt bad. I ask that if you read this you pray for him and his family.
This morning as I thought him I thought I am sure with his diffculties his mother still considers him a gift from God. I thought how much God has given her in character.