Some dear friends have just heard words put in a diagnosis to their child that no parent should hear: Cerebral Palsy.
But what did God hear?
Nothing that suprised Him. Nothing that alarmed Him. He was not scared or shaken.
I've grown to hate those two words for many reasons - it's an umbrella diagnosis where doctors dump what they can't explain; it sounds like a death sentence; it carries a huge stigma; they are not pretty words like Lilac or Persephone.
Lord, change my heart that when I hear "CP" I see angels rejoicing and butterflies flying and choirs singing. Let "CP" mean "God's Chosen" to me.