First, a few pictures to share...
This one was taken over Christmas Break. The snow kept melting and freezing as temperatures changed throughout the day. This is a piece that Adam found on one of our swings. "Look, Mom! It's a phone!"
I am sure you wondering, so here goes...If anything, I am more concerned about Adam today. He is having a hard time completing his thoughts when speaking, and those of you that know how eloquent he is can understand why this is upsetting. I emailed the neurologist today, and he replied two minutes later telling me not to worry and that it may go away very quickly.
It is not easy seeing him like this, and the chance that this may not go away, no matter how slim, really frightens me. Statistics are not comforting to me. I'm the 1 in 800 that gives birth to a child with Down syndrome. I'm a parent of one of the rare cases of whatever Adam is dealing with. Chances and percentages give me no peace of mind.
During our Bible class this morning, we talked a little about trial by fire. 1 Peter 1:7-9 says,
"...though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy."
Gilt looks a lot like gold, but in a fire, it will curl and disappear. It cannot stand up to the fire. By testing it under fire, a person could tell if a gold piece was real or not. After the fire, only pure gold would be left. The process of purification can be repetitive, intense, and time-consuming. These verses tell us that even after all the work of getting a pure gold, it perishes...and gold is not anywhere near as important as our faith.
Over the last two and a half years of raising Levi, our ray of sunshine with an extra chromosome, God taught me that what I once viewed as a curse was actually a blessing. God sometimes gives me a need to depend on Him, just when I think I am doing well on my own and getting all the ducks of this life in a row. This world will pass away with all of its imperfections, and I thank Him for reminding me that life is temporary and that He matters most.
God is good, even when life isn't.