Hi Friends (:This is a hard post for me to write... I am a mess. We actually had a really good day, but Evie has decided that since she's growing, she needs to eat in the middle of the night... which isn't real good for my emotional well being!This is why my heart hurts. A few weeks ago, I called the school district that we live in to see if Evie qualifies for "early intervention," a program that works with kids birth through age 3 that qualify. They do physical, occupational, speech therapies, and others. Since Evie will probably need physical therapy in the future, her doctor and I thought it would be a good idea to start. And it's FREE! That word doesn't come up very often when we are dealing with Evie's care! Then at church on Sunday, we had a speaker on abortion. Great sermon about loving people. Somewhere in the middle of the sermon the speaker called someone who was handicapped "differently abled" and I thought... hmm... that's a nice revision to "dis-abled." It stuck with me for a while. That afternoon I read the chapter we were doing for our Bible study that night, and Chuck Coalson, the author of our book was discussing the area of abortion when it comes to children who are destined to be disabled. He spent a good deal of ink justifying why it's his belief that they shouldn't be aborted. It really killed me that as a Christian writer, writing to a Christian audience it took so many paragraphs to display why abortion is wrong in this situation. It's so black and white to me. Come look in Evie's eyes. Hold her for a few minutes.Back to the school district, the nicest lady came by today to do an evaluation of our situation and meet Evie. I love showing Evie off, she has the sweetest demeanor, scrunches her nose when she smiles, and is just a happy baby. And Lyla could entertain a crowd, but that's a story for a different time (: As I was signing the paperwork to get Evie enrolled in Early Intervention, and as we were looking into financial assistance that is available, the weight of the words "Disabled" and "Special Needs" were piling up on me, one at a time. Do I oppose the use of such words? Absolutely not. There obviously has to be a way to describe the situations that "differently abled" people are in. But as a mother of a child who has "Special Needs" is it ever going to get easier to hear? I mean aren't we ALL differently abled?? My struggle isn't with what that means for her now... she is as content as can be. But what does that mean when she's in school? When she's battling her way through Jr. High with everyone else? When she's an adult? When she's not just "differently abled" but just plain different??? And how do I prepare her for that?I am doing a short interview on Saturday morning at our church about prayer... so I was thinking about verses that have impacted my life, and my favorite Psalm has always been Psalm 139. In a passage about God's greatness, David writes: 13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My prayer is that we all know that this psalm wasn't just written for those of us who are considered "normally-abled." Evie was created by God. Knit together in my womb. Fearfully and wonderfully made. A wonderful work of God. As we all are. It doesn't need any justification from me.I'm sorry this isn't one of my more upbeat posts, but as a mom, I am going to need help from other moms who have gone through similar things. I know there are plenty of you out there who are months and years ahead of me on this journey. Could you pray for me? Send me some advice? Books? Scripture? I am pretty good at doing this one day at a time. I just feel like lately with all of the "signing up" for things for our future I have been forced to go to a place I'm not ready to be in yet.Love you friends, Thanks for loving us. (: