Oh the drama …

Haven’t you seen the posts, the blogs, the drawn out words?  Those who like being in and around the drama.  A big play, everyone having  a part in an emotional plea.  The emotional, long, drawn out plea to do something:

to vote

to contribute

to donate

to pray

to support

None of those requests bad, all good causes, all drawing our hearts in to the drama of lives and families.

I see it play out in families with special needs children, especially.  Those who choose to be in the social media spotlight, always advocating, endlessly advocating for social change of some kind.  These families with thousands of followers, thousands of share/likes/comments.   Those who make every second of this life with a special needs child a thrust in to the limelight for some good cause.

I am not here to judge, as I know each are in their own place in this journey.

But I want to make something very clear about our family and about girlie.  We, I, have made a choice to be different.  A choice made every single day.  I choose the life of balance.   I choose God’s wisdom.

I choose to leave behind “positivism”.  It is deceptive – the world is not getting better, and without Christ it won’t.   No amount of education will ever change people.

In the same way, I choose to leave behind “negativism”.  It is deceptive – people can and do change with the help of Christ alone.  There is Hope, and He is that Hope.

I choose balance especially in the area of social change.    I choose to see spiritual significance in the every day, instead of choosing to “fix the world”.

I make a choice not to spend every day trying to change people, and educate people, in the hopes to make a better place for girlie.  As my sister has always told me, that is God’s job, not ours.  Since He is the author of life, He also the changer of lives.

I choose not to live in the emotionalism that the special needs world throws at us special needs moms.  Yes, it is ridiculously hard, many many days, and many many minutes.  Those seizures darn it, break my heart, and make me a puddle.  But, I can’t live in that puddle, and I can’t expect others to join me in the puddle, and I certainly can’t expect my puddle to make someone else change.

And praise Jesus, He lifts me out of the puddle, gives me new and renewed and renewed and renewed hope, day after day after day.

I choose the gospel.  I choose to live in the truth of the gospel and speak of it alone.

“For if I preach the gospel, I have nothing to boast of, for I am under compulsion; for woe is me if I do not preach the gospel. ” 1 Corinthians 9:16