Rejoicing in
Differences
. . . We served a sovereign God who worked all things together for good even
when we couldn’t see the good.
“Would you boys get Justin in the van, please? And make sure he has enough
oxygen to last at least three hours.”
“Jennifer, will you make sure Justin has
everything in his bag, including his g-tube
supplies and a can of Pedisure for lunch?”
“Thanks, guys!”
I pipe out orders while I’m still fixing
my hair and slipping on my shoes. Jacob
and Jerrod expertly tilt Justin’s tilt-in-
space wheelchair back slightly so Justin
will sit better and will be less likely to
bump his head as they load him into the
van. They check the straps on the oxygen
tank attached to the back of the chair and
check the dial to see how long the tank
will last. Although they are barely in
their teens, they are old experts at oper-
ating the van lift and can easily maneuver
Justin in his wheelchair into the van and
latch the chair securely in place. Mean-
while their 10-year-old sister packs a
bag for her older brother who is severely
handicapped, including all the supplies
for his feeding tube.
30;October;2012;•;His;Joyful;Homeschooler
at other times it was done out of duty,
but regardless of their attitude, I did not
have to remind them that their handi-
capped brother was a worthy member
of our family. They had often heard me
tell them how thankful I was for each of
them and how much I valued the im-
portance of each of their roles within
our family.
