“Special needs,” the doctor said and all of the specialists nodded their heads.”Special needs,” written in whispers of ink over my child’s life.

My son is more than precious to me. His smile warms my very soul.

He sees purely, feels deeply, loves sincerely.

His hug holds more healing than all the doctors in the world.

His “I love mommy” carries more weight than all the applause of mankind.

My life is less than his. He has more to give, more to offer, more to share.

His “special needs” sing a duet with special strengths.

His love is not choked by the fear of rejection.

His opinions are not bribed by flattery or praise.

His giving is not oppressed by worry for tomorrow.

I too have “special needs.” I need to be more like my special son.

“A special gift,” the Creator said and the heavenly host all nodded their heads.

from alicia’s devotional book Pure Joy

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