Inspirations

I will post an update soon, because its been an incredible past couple of weeks! Today I wanted to share something that has been shared with me lately that has really touched me.  Its a story that describes me to a tee.  Big poppa agreed that it could have been written especially for me.  I kinda felt like it was...

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures

and a couple by habit.

This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of special needs children.

Did you ever wonder how these women are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation

with great care and deliberation.

As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger:

"Armstrong, Beth: son. Patron saint Matthew

Forest, Marjorie: daughter. Patron saint, Cecilia

Rutledge, Carrie: twins patron saint - gave her Gerard. He's used to profanity"

Finally, he passed a name to an angel and smiles, "give her a special needs child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly. Could I give a special needs child a mother who doesn't know laughter?

That would be cruel."

"But does she have patience?"

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair.

Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it.

I watched her today. She has the sense of self and independence so rare,

and so necessary in a mother.

You see, the child I'm going to give her, has his own world. She has to make it live in her world,

and that's not going to be easy."

"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles, "no matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps. "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods, "if she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive.

Yes, here is a woman who I will bless with a child less than perfect.

She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied.

She will never take for granted a spoken word.

She will never consider a step ordinary.

When her child says "Momma" for the first time, she will witness a miracle and know it.

When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.

I will permit her to see clearly the things I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice,

and allow her to rise above them.

She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of everyday of her life,

because she is doing my work as surely as he is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint" asks the angel.

His pen poised in mid air ................

God smiles. " a mirror will suffice."