Saturday, May 12, 2012

Special Needs

Benjamin's almond eyes have propped the door open to a whole new dimension of meeting people. Between trusty 'ol Facebook and various other social networking schemes, our friends list has quite the number of beautiful babies with the same eye shape. It's funny, though. I've never met a mom or dad who regrets that extra chromosome. On the contrary, they praise it. Saying things like, "He's the best thing that's ever happened to me," "She's an angel," "We feel so blessed."


A friend of mine had the best description of her little girl that I've ever heard. "I knew Brooke was a gift from God when I was pregnant with her, and when she was born I asked Him why He gave me such a big gift? I felt afraid and scared about what was going to happen and realized God made her in the secret place. How humbling to know that He trusted me with that sweet little girl."


I asked Webster how he defined special needs. "The individual requirements of a person with a disadvantaged background or a mental, emotional, or physical disability or a high risk of developing one."


I pondered those words probably more than I should've, 
but then it hit me. 


Maybe...


Just maybe... 


We're the ones with special needs. 

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
Psalm 91:1



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