On Tuesday this week my team and I visited a home for people born with cerebral palsy. For those of you who don't know, I had an older sister Courtney who was mentally and physically handicapped most of her life. I grew up around drooling, ear-piercing screams and slapping. But just because I was used to it…my heart still broke, again for my sister and the first time for these kids.
I couldn't help but ask God Why?
Why them?
What's the point?
Why not me?
I grew angry at God thinking that they would never get to experience the things that I take for granted everyday. They can't express their feelings or thoughts in words. They'll never get invited to birthday parties or swim in a pool, they'll never be asked to sing in church or perform a play, they'll never climb a mountain or ride a bike, they'll never get married or have kids. Simple things. Everyday things.
I realize I can't change their situation. The only thing I can do is pray for them and love them and through that I am learning to accept that God knows what He is doing and that His plan is good and that ultimately it will bring Him glory.
