I vividly remember the day we received the diagnosis that our son has cerebral palsy. Considering Hendrix’s health history, it did not came as a surprise. But still, that did not make it less heartbreaking. Hearing it from a professional made it official; giving a sense of finality to something we had been dreading to hear.
I am a firm believer of God’s perfect timing. Hendrix’s official diagnosis came when he was about 3 years old, around that time when his health has tremendously improved. We have less hospital confinements, shorter list of medications. The diagnosis came when we are starting to have a sense of normalcy in terms of our routine. We get to hear him laugh more, see his playfulness, enjoy his love for the outdoors. The timing of the diagnosis felt like it was God telling us:
“If you trusted Me then that I will make him well, then you will have to trust Me now that I have a plan for him by allowing this health condition to happen.”
I guess all tears shed cleansed our eyes and allowed us to shift our perspective on Hendrix’s condition. We can live in resentment and drag our son away from God’s plans, or we can accept and allow Hendrix to move towards the path the God laid out for him. By choosing the latter, each day is light and beautiful because we live by God’s grace and guidance. He is and will always be in-charge of our son.
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” -Philippians 4:13