You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.
2 Corinthians 3:3
Her group didn't win by being first. They didn't win the prize. They won my heart.
Sometimes I just have to stand back and let things work themselves out. And it's hard when I want my daughter to succeed so badly. And these rules seemed impossible.
I watched her group from across the parking lot. Each girl, except my daughter, tall and lanky. Athletic. They started jumping over the rope. They were laughing and having a great time - and my daughter, who has Down Syndrome, was right there with them, laughing along as each girl took her turn. Easy breezy. Except my Sierra - low tone, short stature, a little extra weight.
It came to her turn. I watched without speaking; I knew she couldn't jump it. I wanted to wave a magic wand and give her just a little bit of their athletic ability, of their carefree confidence, just a little bit of their typical. But those kinds of magic wands don't exist.
Her right arm crept up her back behind her, a sure sign that she's unsure of herself. A sign that she's going to forge ahead anyway. I've seen it so many times - when she walks into and introduces herself to a group of people she desperately wants to be part of. Her graduating class at rehearsal. The 70-member youth group in Texas. Special Olympics - track and field, and bowling. And she wanted desperately to be part of this group of girls - the girls who didn't think twice about jumping over that rope.
I watched them - gathered on the other side, talking and laughing. I saw them look at my girl; I saw the realization of her limitation dawn on their faces. And I saw them wave a different kind of magic wand. A heart-like-Jesus wand.
Walking back around the trees, they gathered my girl up in their arms and lifted her over the rope. Laughing and having a great time. Easy breezy. They were the last team to finish. I have heard that sometimes you have to be last to be first. I believe it.
Thank you, Jesus, for showing us your heart. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for guiding us to live with a heart like Jesus. Thank you, God, for putting these girls, these letters from Christ, in our lives.
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