Counting It A Privilege

As my son has become more physically handicapped over these past few years from his Dystonia,  it has become more of a challenge to care for him.

I find myself daily at a mental crossroads. Will I complain and murmur (inwardly or outwardly) or will I “count it all Joy”?

When I’m exhausted from an evening of feeding David his dinner (which could take an hour if he is moving in slow motion) and trying to help him be relaxed while he is trying to manipulate the mouse on the computer, how do I come across to him? Do I give him the impression that he is a burden?

And what about the times when I say to my husband, “but I fed him lunch” or “but I’ll be taking care of him the rest of the day when you go to work” or “but I put him to bed 5 nights a week”. Do I actually say that? And in front of David?! Pierce my heart! I’ve tried to zip my lips more lately.

I want to be more like Jesus. He never complained:

“Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. “ (Phil. 2:5-8)

To consider it a daily privilege to care for David. That is my prayer. To say, “Thank you Lord for the privilege of caring for David while on this earth!”

I must confess, there are times when I feel more like he is a ball and chain rather a gift from the Lord. Did I really just say that? I hate to admit it but I’m just trying to be real and honest. I have a feeling that I’m not the only parent of a special needs child who has felt that way.

But

It doesn’t have to be that way anymore!

We have a choice. We can, by God’s Grace, change our mind, change our thinking.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

From this day forward, by the Grace of God, I can count it all Joy. I can count it a high honor and privilege to care for my son each day!

And to start and end each day with Gratitude for the high privilege of being chosen to care for “one of the least of these” for His name’s sake!
May you find joy and blessings too as you “count it a privilege” to care for your special needs child or loved one!

Dayna

aka. hopebuilder

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2 Responses to Counting It A Privilege

  1. Kim says:

    Dayna, what a beautiful picture of how we all feel that way, with the constant care required of our children some days. Yet, in spite of all of our human failings, the Lord calls us! Blessings and hugs~Kim

  2. hopebuilder says:

    Thank you Kim! I’m looking forward to connecting more with you and your blog!

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