Dark Days:

When they really come. 

Eden,

We took you to the doctor yesterday. We were told that with something to do with your small size and other issues, you may have a genetic disease. More testing was recommended, and the future was suddenly very unclear as to what healthy will mean for you. Braces, surgeries, pain were all in the possibilities.

Disability is a powerful word, but not one unknown to your family. We have all been audience to the absolute wonders the Lord has performed through your great grandfather, your grandpa Dean’s dad. What a sorrow the family must have been overcome with at his initial diagnosis now some 35 years ago! To lose the use of arms, legs, body control, and dignity, typically would be seen as hell -- the place where God is not, the place of dread. But how the opposite has been true! The presence of God is strongly made known in your great-grandparents’ house as your great-grandaddy ministers and mentors, writes and preaches, all from the bed, declaring heartily that the more the Lord limits him, the more the Lord accomplishes. Hundreds if not thousands have come to Christ through the teachings of a man that cannot even lift a finger. 

And so, for you my dear, this is my prayer. That God would do something remarkably special with your life, that He would mark it undeniably with His wondrous love.  That you would have Jesus as your love through the difficulties and sadnesses that may meet you. That your limitations would only be gracious reminders to you for seeking the all glorious God in whose presence is pleasures forevermore. 

Momma