This weeks blog hop prompt: How has your faith influenced the framework within which you view/experience disability? How has that “Faith Lens” affected your perspective?
My faith. My Daughters Aspergers. Do they go hand in hand?
Oy, this could get heavy, but I wont let it...
The word used here, Faith Lens, I have never heard that term. I dont consider my faith a lens. A lens to me seems like a removable object. Something I take off and put on my bedside table at night. Something I take off before I go for a jog. Something, not steadfast.
For me that isnt so. My faith is a part of me. It is who I am. I have a relationship everlasting with my Lord and Savior. An unbreakable bond. An eternal love. Agape.
That being said. I havent always had my faith. Actually it wasnt but a short few years ago that I rediscovered my love for God. I was walking blindly with my children.
Did my new love for Jesus influence my attitude on Down Syndrome or Aspergers? No, not really.
I have always looked at my children as blessings. I know they were chosen just for me. Higher power or not. They were sent to me for a reason. I am their perfect match. At least, that is what my almighty maker thought. I am by no means perfect, or a perfect parent. But by the GRACE of my Gods love, I am forgiven.
My kids have been huge lessons in my life. Lessons in love, humility, strength and patience. I have no doubt I would have learned these lessons in other ways, if I didnt have my kids. But this is the path the Lord paved for me. So this is the one I travel.
I know not everyone agrees with my beliefs, and hey, Thats A-OK!
I am not going to come and preach up on my soap box about the end of the world. (But it is sooner then you think!)
I will, however, thank God for things in front of you. I will say my prayers before we all eat, I will tell you I am praying for you. And once in a while, I will try to witness to you. I do these things because I want you in my heaven. I care for you...
Ok, I got off on a rabbit trail...
As far as my kids and their disabilities... Nothing much has changed. Except our prayer life. And our overwhelming sense of, "It's all going to be okay." We have Jesus' hand on our shoulder, telling us he is there, every second of every day.
Helping us in our times of weakness: When someone calls my child retarded...
Helping us when we feel like we cant go on: Another sleepless night due to sickness
Helping us when we feel down: At yet another doctors appointment
Helping us when the tears roll: When a failure to communicate ends in a melt down
Helping us when we lose our cool: When we are in public and a scene occurs
And more and more...
My faith has not affected the way I look at my kids, it has helped me with how to raise them and love them.
It has made me a better mother.
It has given me hope for the future.
It has settled my heart knowing, that someday, I will be in heaven - even though I am a sinner.
Jesus paid that price for me!
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