Chosen

We received a sweet letter from one of our children's teacher today. I also learned said child has FASD today. Two completely different reports, same day. 

One minute, my heart is broken and wondering what our future looks like and the next so full of pride I can hardly contain it. Both things are true. Both things are felt. Each with significantly different feelings. 

Much like The Cross. Jesus experiences the ultimate pain and suffering and separation from God while also fulfilling the ultimate plan of salvation. What that must have felt like? To feel so much pain while knowing you are exactly who needs to feel it so that another may live life abundantly. 

I'm grateful the Lord chose me to be my children's mom. I'm grateful He chose me to suffer for them that they may live life abundantly. No, I'm not taking away from what Jesus has done for us. I'm simply grateful He chose me. Chose me to advocate. Chose me to relive their trauma over and over. Chose me to sit in IEP meetings, doctor appointments, therapy appointments, carlines. Chose me to make call after call to schedule the next appointment. Chose me to fight for them. 

Chose me to be His hands and His feet.