There is one human being on the planet who Paul trusts without question. It isn’t me and isn’t his mother.
His younger sister, Hannah, is known as ‘she-who-can-do-no-wrong’ when it comes to Paul.
It is her birthday today. I now have two teenagers living under my roof.
We had another example of Paul’s regard for her just last week. She got him to take a pill. In 16 years he hasn’t taken a pill, and she got him to take a pill! We used to joke about how his tongue was the strongest, most flexible muscle in his body because he could figure out a way to get anything with any texture out of his mouth rather than down his throat.
And she got him to take a pill! It was a big deal in our household.
All because he trusts her and she refuses to give up on things like that. She also showed me a better way to wrap the bandage that protects his hand last week. She knows things.
She doesn’t see the big deal about her affections for him and his affections for her. She has frequently, without asking, taken care of all his personal needs.
Her friends all know about Paul and he is welcome to be around when her friends visit. They also don’t seem to think disability is that big of a deal.
Yes, I expect that one of God’s purposes in Paul’s disabilities is to prepare Hannah for something in her future. But I see evidences of things he’s doing right now. As I write this, I think another of his purposes in my son’s disabilities is granting me the joy of watching my daughter’s sacrificial love toward her brother.
Indeed, God has richly blessed me.