John came home from his
preschool Sunday School class last week with the following memory verse:
“Let the
redeemed of the Lord tell their story.”
-Psalm 107:2a
Trying to clean out the
car, I almost tossed the verse in the trash with the rest of the junk that had
accumulated in my minivan throughout the previous week. But as I took a second glance, the verse came
alive.
Stories are immensely
powerful. Furthermore, we each have a
story to share; we each know people who need to hear them. Stories connect us, making our differences
fade, our empathy grow, and our eyes widen.
Exchanging stories can give both comfort when it is most needed and also
hope that new possibilities are just around the corner.
I have recently had the
privilege of attending two coffee gatherings with other parents from John’s new
school. And what have we done? We have gabbed and gabbed, sharing our stories and those of our
children. Yes, some useful info on
doctors, therapists, or resource groups was traded, but what we really came
away with were heart-felt stories of love, fears, devotion, and exhaustion. Knowing we are not
alone as parents of children with special needs… Knowing our love and strength for our
children will continue to carry us…
Feeling united in the struggles but also fortified in the gifts this
life brings. We came together as
strangers but left with a body of support, an email address for those questions
that keep you up at night, a friendly face to recognize in carpool line.
My friends, Jay and
Katherine Wolf, put it this way on their blog:
“All of us who have
journeyed the road of suffering, are forever, inextricably connected through
our pain. In a strange way, the commiseration of pain gives us a gift,
one that is desperately sought after by all human beings—the gift of being
known by another person. When you go through tragedy, perhaps especially
if you are younger and maybe even more if you are a person of faith, you
gravitate towards others who are unwitting members of that same club. And
even if you aren’t known by these friends in the more traditional sense of
friendship, you are known in deeper places—in those places where hope has been
deferred and the desire for healing of the soul aches within.”
Your story may be
different as well as your support networks.
But as God’s redeemed people, we are called to tell our stories and,
more importantly, to proclaim HIS story.
This is where stewardship comes in (the Wolfs also shared this concept of
stewarding our stories in a recent sermon they gave). I find that as we employ our redeemed vision that the
Lord enables, we begin to see our own stories through His lens, as part of the
Gospel narrative of brokenness, restoration, and hope. And to whom much is given, much is required (Luke 12:48). We have been given forgiveness, healing, and hope in order to share it!
After re-reading the memory verse, I turned to John (Daniel wasn’t with me at the time) and exclaimed, “John,
you have an incredible story! And you
are telling your story and impacting so many for the Kingdom!”
Let’s encourage each
other, God’s beloved and redeemed people, to courageously steward our
stories, knowing that as we do we find we are not alone. We give and receive hope. We are deeply known while giving this same
gift to others. We allow Christ to shine
His light on our broken places and invite His cleansing touch. The Incarnation is real in and through each
one of us. His Kingdom is advancing.
John got glasses yesterday!! Hoping they will be a big help! |
Prayers:
-Please pray for John’s
adjustment to his new glasses and that they will help his overall development
along with his vision.
-Pray for John as he works
toward sitting independently.
-We are so grateful for
his new school/neurodevelopmental center and praise God for His provision! We are also thankful for all the nurturing
adults (and children) God has placed in John’s life.
Oh Mary Elizabeth, I love this post! Thank you for the reminder...glad it didn't get lost in the minivan clean out :) Bless John's little eyeballs. And the awesome story God is telling through your family. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI totally remember that precious 8 month old!! Can NOT believe what a big boy he's grown into!
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