I realize despite the darkness we sometimes feel, having a child with a disability is not God’s fault, it’s not my fault, it’s not Dave’s fault, it’s not a fault. In every situation there is some satisfaction in blaming someone, but I will not blame God.
Camryn is a plan. A perfect plan. A child who was fearfully and wonderfully made. A child who will turn into an adult with a purpose. Together Jesus will walk with Camryn on her journey and then give her the greatest reward in Heaven where she will run, jump, and have the best conversations with Jim Henson and Walt Disney.
I always envision her thanking her therapists and her teachers for loving on her, being patient with her and teaching her so much. I think she will give Dave and I validation that we were the best parents that she could have ever asked for. I picture her hugging her little sisters and thanking them for all the years they tucked her into bed, acted out her Muppets and read books to her.
How can’t this be a perfect plan? We all have dark days, there are so many questions that we will never know the answer to, our tears have flowed like rain, but rain creates rainbows and I picture an eternity filled with lots of rainbows.