Our feelings, expressed beutifully..
In Morning's Light
Susan Sayce
It looked as though our gift was here. Two arms, two legs,
there was no fear.
Heavens little angel was safe within. A journey starting,
a new life to begin.
But wait
..
Something's askew, something's not quite right.
Slow to walk, slow to write.
Dark night's drenched in fear, this wasn't supposed to be.
How could God do this to you, to her, to me?
Question's haunted with doubt, does God hear us pray? We'd
all give up sin for this little girl today.
Mommy, Auntie and angel baby even traveled to God's mountain
top. For blessing's, and a circle of love. For nothing they
would stop.
Then it happened
.
Light was brought back to Athena's eyes. Singing,
laughing, sitting up - much to all's surprise.
The miracle, the gift, the one thing we all sought. Athena
was healing, we have fought the fought!
But
..
As quick as the light came, it slowly began
to dim. Now is the hardest part, the struggle from within.
Who can we blame for our angel baby's pain? Who can we lash
out at, who made us insane?
Was it the devil doing his deed? Where is God in our time
of need? Are we being punished for something we did long ago?
Please tell us, we'll fix it - we just need to know!
We have all begged, bargained, & pleaded with The Man
above. Nothing has changed, we feel cheated & unloved.
But Wait!
Hasn't love poured to Athena in every imaginable
way? Prayers, donations, kind words - each & every day.
Those who have never even met her lay down & pray each
night. That the sick little girl wrapped in all of our love
will wake up healed in mornings light.
Welcome to Holland
Emily P. Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a
child with a disability - to try to help people who have not
shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine
how it would feel. It's like this
When you
are going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation
trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your
wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The
gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.
It's all very exciting!
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives.
You pack your bags and away you go! Several hours later the
plane lands. The Stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome
to Holland."
"Holland??" you say. "What do you mean Holland?
I signed up for Italy! I'm suppose to be in Italy! All my
life I've dreamed of going to Italy!" But there has been
a change of flight plan. They've landed in Holland, and there
you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken
you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence,
famine, and disease. It's just a different place. So you must
go out and buy different guide books. And you must learn a
whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of
people you have never met. It's just a different place. It's
slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after
you have been there for awhile and catch your breath, you
look around
. And you begin to notice that Holland has
windmills
and Holland has Tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy
and they're all bragging about the wonderful time they had
there. And for the rest of your life you will say "Yes,
that is where I was suppose to go. That is what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away
.
Because the loss of that dream is a very very significant
loss. But
if you spend your life mourning the fact that
you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the
very special, the very lovely things
about Holland!
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