A MIRROR WILL SUFFICE
When Colton was born, my mother sent this to me, it got me
through alot of hard moments. I wanted to share it ....vic
Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for
propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his
angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter,
patron saint, Cecilia." "Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint...give her
Gerard. He's used to profanity." Finally, he passes a name to an angel and
smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."
The angel is curious, "Why this one, God? She's so happy." "Exactly," says
God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That
would be cruel." "But has she patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to
have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once
the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it well. "I watched her today.
She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary
in a mother.
You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make
it live in her world and that's not going to be easy." "But, Lord, I don't think
she even believes in you." God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is
perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?" God nods. "If she can't
separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is
a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it
yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a "spoken word."
She will never consider a "step" ordinary. When her child says "Momma" for the
first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it!
When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it
as few people ever see my creations. "I will permit her to see clearly the
things I see....ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above
them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day
of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised in midair.
God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."