Last October, our 15-year-old sophomore son was elected homecoming prince to represent his class on the homecoming court. It was a sweet honor. I remember when Daniel was younger, I was concerned that he would one day be embarrassed to have a quadriplegic mom. So now, here we are in high school and we are in the stands watching him walk out on the football field as his name is announced during the halftime show. I was so happy for him as I heard the crowd roar.
Being a typical teen, I’m assuming he would much prefer for mom and dad to stay far, far away from the football field where his friends are gathering in anticipation of the big halftime show. Imagine my surprise when after the show is over he comes up with his friends to find Mike and me up in the bleachers. After grabbing the keys to our van so that he can change out of his suit, he leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. What?!? He did this not only in front of his friends, but those in the bleachers as well. Nobody, not even Mike, knew what that meant to me at that moment.
Early on in my injury I felt so uncomfortable going out in public in this wheelchair. But God took care of that. He has shown me in so many ways that I’m still beautiful in His sight and in the eyes of others.
Thank you Lord for knowing the hidden pain that no one sees and for sending me clear reminders that you care for my broken heart and the hearts of others.
All my longings lie open before you, O Lord;
my sighing is not hidden from you. Ps 38:9