A repost of something I wrote many years ago on another blog, when I was first facing the reality of having a child with undetermined special needs (he was later diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder). It still speaks to me now as I face difficult situations… or emerge from them and wonder how I survived. I think we are stronger than we give ourselves credit for!
One of my favorite authors is Corrie ten Boom. She was a Christian who truly lived by God’s command that we love one another. That was tested by the fact that she also lived in Holland during the time of Nazi occupation. She and her family helped hide Jews in their home and were instrumental in organizing the Haarlem underground that saved the lives of countless people. What an amazing, inspiring woman. She makes me want to be stronger, to try harder. I wish I could have met her.
In her book, “The Hiding Place”, she tells a story from her youth. While this tale is about strength in the face of death I think it is also applicable on a broader scale. As a teenager Corrie had witnessed the aftermath of grief after a small baby in her neighborhood had succumbed to illness. It left her young mind feeling deeply upset, confused and afraid. All those feelings tumbled out at the end of the day when her father came to tuck her into bed: