It happened. Again. Somebody paid for our meal at a restaurant. It always moves me to tears.
I wonder what compels people to do this. Is it the little girl in a wheelchair? Is it how we interact with her? Or is it how she interacts with others? Whatever it is, sometimes, people are moved. And today, one lady was moved so much to pay for our lunch.
I know one thing. I think people instinctively know that there is something wrong with the world when they see a child in a wheelchair. Disability can represent the fact that we live in an imperfect world. But if you look beyond the physical, you’ll see a little girl who brings joy into others’ lives. Her very spirit exudes light and joy. You can’t help but smile when you are around Anne. God redeems the broken.
I’ve reached a place in this journey where my love and gratitude for our “new Anne” is stronger than my grief over the “old Anne.” I wouldn’t trade her. Yes, I think I’ll keep her ;-)
Just. Beautiful.
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WOW
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Those are the exact words that came to my mind. Wow. and Beautiful! Praise God. Happy THANKSGIVING!
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rejoicing with you at this milestone! and you know what: no stranger’s ever paid for our dinner!
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Ha! That made me laugh out loud!
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I know she always brings me joy when I see her! Glad to hear where you are in this journey. You inspire me. -Bobbi Jo Jo
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