So Mephibosheth dwelt in Jerusalem: for he did eat continually at the king’s table; and was lame on both his feet. 2 Samuel 9:13
I personally know several people with disabilities. These people with disabilities are my friends and have shown me such great attitudes about life.
It isn’t often that I run into people with a go-get-it attitude as I do with the friends who are disabled. Many days I sit down and admire their tenacity to get on with life without hearing them complain or sit back and use their disability as a sympathy pass.
No, my friends are truly remarkable and wonderful people who could lead a fortune 500 company if they choose, too. They are resilient in pushing forward with the knowledge that there might not be a cure for their particular disability.
I point out that they don’t even view themselves as even being disabled, as others do.
A number of years ago, I met this remarkable woman who once was a professional athlete. Her profession was in track and field. At the time of our meeting, she was no longer running but wheeling herself around in a wheelchair.
She had been diagnosed with M.S. (multiple sclerosis) and the disease had not only limited her from being able to walk but, it also attacked the dexterity of her fingers and hands.
Despite the fact that she was in a wheelchair, she was an active advocate for those newly diagnosed with M.S. You might say that she allowed God to use her disability to confound the world.
Her pleasant disposition and encouraging words was never about telling others about feeling or being hopeless. But rather she spoke continually about how good God was to her.
We spoke over the phone and attended at least two M.S. workshops over a period of six months and then our communication suddenly stopped. The last time I had been in contact with her, the M.S. was getting progressively worse.
Thinking back to our initial meeting, I thank God for allowing her to be part of my journey. Having been diagnosed in 1997 with M.S. I knew after knowing this dear friend that this would not be a death sentence for me. Neither would God allow me to carry out my life without purpose.
Knowing that I have M.S. is not a reason for me to feel angry. As a matter of fact, I tell people I meet that M.S. stands for my Miracle Sign. It has taken me from the depth of despair into the arms of Christ Jesus.
I thank God for the ability to be grateful.
And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Corinthians 9:12
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