The alarm went off. Not that alarm — the pump. If you’re a parent who knows the difference, this is for you: a devotional on perseverance for the race you didn’t sign up for.
If God only gives what we can handle, and I can’t handle this, then what is going on and what is wrong with me?
The diagnosis was less than a week old when someone whispered, “God only gives special kids to special parents.” They smiled, expecting me to feel better. Inside, I was screaming. Here’s what I’m learning about platitudes that wound and biblical truths that actually heal—including the hula hoop principle that changes everything.
A sweet and kind friend recently sent me the “Where the Wild Things Are” article from Desiring God. Beautifully written in places, it encourages young parents in the trenches, referencing the imago Dei and the blessing children are—even when the house is a disaster because of them. Pushing back against our culture’s utilitarian view of parenthood, it…
“You’re in a season…” my pastor said. Right. My “season” will likely last until I die. My youngest was born with a disability. So thanks for that encouragement. “It may last 100 years,” he continued, “but you ARE in a season. And in 100 years, you won’t care about these details.” Oh. For a moment,…