One of my greatest joys in life is to see my children learn new things. Some of them master new things fairly easily. Others have to overcome incredible obstacles in order to have the smallest victories.
There was a time in my life when I understood victory as being highly successful in the big things.
Win a big race.
Achieve great grades.
Quit an addiction.
Climb the corporate ladder in record time.
Win a pageant.
Beat an opponent.
But these days, I understand victory to be so much more than crossing the finish line ahead of the pack or mastering the most difficult of skills.
I see great victory in the small things. The things the old me would surely have taken for grated.
Every doctor and therapist told us that Kael would definitely learn to walk within six months of being home. No doubt about it. They were wrong!
Fifteen months down the road, our tiny little guy (who is ten years old and weighs 32 pounds) is still not walking independently.
We see victory! HUGE victory in the baby steps that he takes.
Like standing on a balance beam for the first time (instead of putting his feet on either side).
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
And mastering the art of cruising!
I know I can. I know I can. I know I can.
These are the things that make me tearful.
Seeing my darling boy learning to overcome such huge obstacles.
Each little step, an unfolding miracle.
And one of these days, we know that he’ll be running all over the house.
But for now we’ll go at his pace and trust that our God is able to do exceedingly, abundantly MORE in his life.
And restore EVERYTHING that the locusts have eaten.
Shine, Jesus, shine!