Isabel, Lily and I were at the Mountain View Aquatics Center last Friday. It was the last of Isabel's three swim lessons that I'd arranged before swim team was to start on Monday. Of the gaggle of five and six year olds in our subdivision, Isabel is the only one who can't freestyle her way across the pool. I wanted to remedy that.
I took a poolside seat next to another mother, who, like me, has two little girls. Her younger daughter, four-year-old Abby, played with Lily while her older sister was having her swim lesson. Abby could already swim; I fretted over the fact that Lily couldn't yet and wasn't even learning yet. I was concentrating on Isabel for the time being.
Eventually, Abby's big sister got out of the pool, and I saw that she had what looked to be a mild form of cerebral palsy. Her speech was fine, but her arms and legs had minds of their own. I was reminded to count my blessings, and to stop worrying so much.
On the way home in the car, I reminded Lily that her new friend's name was Abby. Isabel said that her sister's name was Hayley. How did you know that, I asked. She talked to us last week, Isabel said. Because of the way she walks.
Apparently, someone at the school arranged for Hayley to teach awareness about her condition to the younger kids. A fantastic idea. And I thought about the confidence of that little girl, being able to do that.
Lord, I am always being surprised. So often things aren't as they seem. I am weak, and I need You desperately. Please make room and time in my schedule for more of You.
In Your son's name I pray,
Amen
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