Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Another Year Bites The Dust

It's my birthday today yay! 31 years. 10 years of being of drinking age. Wow where the heck did the past ten years go?? They flew out of my life faster than a bird flies south for the winter. 

I've been enjoying a relaxing day at home with my loves. Matt is surprising me with a nice dinner tonight (take out) and we will just spend the evening relaxing and eating. Sounds like the perfect evening tonight! He also brought me home an iced coffee! God I love this man!!

Instead of writing another rambling post, here's something I came across today. It matches yesterday's post so well. 

Get ready for the waterworks:


Some Mothers Chosen By God

Written by Erma Bombeck

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 handicapped children. 

Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children 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 make notes in a giant ledger. 

"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron saint, Matthew. 

"Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia. 

"Rudledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint… give her Gerard, He's used to profanity." 

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child." 

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

"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel." 

"But has she patience?" asks the angel. 

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will 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 that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own 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 whom I will bless with a child who is 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 be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or sunset to her blind 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 every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she 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".


(Autumn laying on the ground is a sensory need of hers).

Xoxo,

Trish 

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