“Daddy,” A had walked up to the couch where I was relaxing with a glass of Ginger Ale on a Sunday afternoon.” Daddy?”


“You know what?”


“You are faithful.”

“Why do you say that, son?”

He look puzzled. Gazed into the space above my shoulder. Half-looked back at me.

“Because you are.”

Sometimes you take it. Sometimes you need to learn to accept a compliment, a piece of grace, a sliver of hope without asking why. Good enough is good enough. A has lots of these like, “God loves us,” or “I am glad you love me” or “I love you.”

Like I said, good enough is good enough.

Let Me show you what we can do, He told me…

We got the looks, could sense the un-asked questions.

“Was your wife drinking when she was pregnant? Did she use drugs?”

“What did you do for God to punish you like this?”

“What terrible sin or crime did you commit.”

The answer of question is none of the above. My wife drinks less in a year than I do on a weekend. We did the prenatal vitamins, took the ultrasounds, were beyond safe with any toxins. Nothing showed up. Anywhere. We just hit the reverse lottery. One in three children on the planet at the time known with this certain chromosome deletion coupled with a few other medical issues.

Why did this happen to A? To us? To his brother? To our life?

Beyond all, I have to cling to John 9:1 – 3. On the bleakest and on the brightest days, it gets me through.

1As [Jesus] passed by, He saw a man blind from birth. 2And His disciples asked Him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he would be born blind?” 3Jesus answered, “It was neither that this man sinned, nor his parents; but it was so that the works of God might be displayed in him.