Our son has a rare, terminal form of muscular dystrophy. By all medical accounts and wisdom, his case is severe. He should be getting weaker. He should never walk, run or climb. So imagine my surprise when I hear a chair being dragged across the kitchen floor, followed by my son’s proclamation, “Mommy, I climb!” I enter the kitchen to discover Emmitt proudly perched on the counter.
I shouldn’t have been so surprised. We have a God who promises the unexpected, who proclaims the unlikely. The Shunammite woman bears a son. Elisha raises her son from the dead. My three-year-old disabled son climbs a kitchen counter. Miracles surround us. Life is full of surprises and blessings.
Emmitt walks with the aid of a walker. Every step he takes is a proclamation of the unlikely. Every step is a reminder for me that our God makes the impossible possible. Hope abounds, even amidst the harsh realities of a terminal disease.
Dear Lord, open our eyes and hearts to the miracles that surround us, to the abundant blessings that you pour on our lives every single day. Amen. — VB