Beauty In Dandelions. Embracing Disabilities.

No one sees it….as she balances along flowerbed walls.  Trying not to fall.

They don’t notice….as she spots a dandelion.  Finds beauty in what others might call, weeds.

And oh how I seek, our home to be a place, that finds beauty in all creation. Counts everything He made, good. Regardless of how things appears…to the majority.

And I thought to cover them.  To hide them so that no one will judge her.

But, don’t we all have things that make us wonder, “Will others love us, if they knew what we have suffered with?” 

Hindrances….some call curses. Troubles. He allowed. To slow us.  From running forward….too full of ourselves.

Yes, I want to teach her. Technology need not be feared. Gifts.  Doctors.  Inventions from gifted individuals.  Are not crutches for weak people.  
They are the tools God uses to heal us.  To show us….we need each other.  

People.  Stronger.  Together.

And I don’t want her to hide what God allowed.  Fearing being “less than”….because a tainted world says she needs to be perfect.

And I find it sad.  Really.  That the more broken people are, the more ornaments they use, to try to cover up, how they feel.  On the inside.

And I once was the queen of pretending. Decorated like a tree, ready for Christmas.  Thinking….somehow, the outside of me….could disguise the pain of a childhood where I felt empty.  Alone.  Like one crying in the wind…with nobody hearing.

Yes, I want my children to be different.  Confident that God is in control.  Embracing their weaknesses, with humility and gratitude.  

Seeing Disabilities, as gifts forcing us to rely on Him.

So I try to teach her.  As I hear her say from the other room…“I know mom….No one is perfect, except Jesus”.

Yet, sadly sometimes, we have to live….suffering from the consequences of
other people’s choices.

And I see her spin in the tullips.  I get a report from a friend of how she played at

the park, being everyone’s best friend.  I hear laughing and grace. And sometimes she speaks as if God words shoot straight from that six-year old mouth.

She sees Jesus as she draws pictures in our house of praise.

And although we can lead her to water, it is only by His grace, she is connected
to a faith…which never leaves her thirsty.

There is just something in her. Incarnate. That wants to praise….the living God. The one who saved her.

I stare at her photos.  Listening to her.  Often speaking words as if God himself is using her, to love others.

And I don’t want to miss, the voice of my Savior, through a little child.  The one who finds beauty in dandelions.

And who am I, to have a window seal.  Covered in her blessings.  This child that cannot hear.  Still listening and understanding….so much better than some of the “holiest” people cooped up in temples.

Yet, I turn on the sound.  These aides allowing her to hear…in a ear that prior…had no sound.

And I smile now.  Smile at how she hears in a way that seems strange to those around us.

She hears spiritual sounds.  God all around.  Although she is deaf.  

While us, in our wisdom.  Our education.  And our human strength….Often miss His voice, as He continually speaks to us.

And I wonder if it’s not her….but us….who can be deaf, though we hear.  Who miss beauty, while we are busy…looking, for “perfect”?

What if we….could see dandelions as beautiful too.  Regardless of who we are.  Or what keeps us human…

And humble.

(Linking with Tracy at Daily Walk, Emily at Imperfect Prose, Proverbs 31 Thursdays)