When we were in the worst of the pain of parenting our child with special needs, I would have struggled to personally share how there was meaning and purpose in this journey of disability. But I now have an intimate knowledge of what it means to be helpless and broken. God has already used this young man to accomplish so much, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that God still has much more that He is going to accomplish through him.
When my son was diagnosed with autism more than thirty years ago, I put on my yellow rescue vest, and rarely take it off. I’ve discovered that my work as rescuer has bled over into the rest of my life. I need to let go of the myth that I have the power to rescue or change anyone but myself. God is inviting me to take off the yellow rescue vest and let God be God!