I just ran across Ani's 5th grade class photo. The first thing that came to mind was: "What's my daughter doing in a wheelchair in front of the class with a nothing look on her face?". Please, Lord, please help my subconscious stop doing that to me. I do _not_ feel that way. The way I feel is that my daughter is one of the strongest people I know. Going through stuff that would crush me, and never let me smile, much less sing along. My heart is with her victories. My heart is with how far she has come. My heart is with her perseverance, her stubbornness to stay close to _my_ heart.
Heart to heart, Lord, I think that's how you want us to be with each other. Not by judging our outside looks, or our temporary mistakes or missteps.
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