But. . .
If anyone had told me I’d be the mother of a child who’d need care the rest of her life because of a brain injury I would’ve said, “I’m not the sort of person who can handle that kind of thing.”
And I would’ve been right. I can’t handle that kind of thing.
But God can.
Because of a horrific car accident, which changed the lives of my family forever, I see God in ways I couldn’t ever have seen Him before.
He’s shown me in my weakness, He is strong. He’s shown me who He is and who He’s made me to be through Him.
I didn’t want to be that person. I wanted a normal life, low on the emotionally challenging side.
But when my daughter was thrown from a car at age 2 and sustained a head injury, the kind of person I wanted to be didn’t matter anymore.
Get your real on,