Maeve reaches out to me now.
She’s three years old, and this is a recent development. When she was just a wee lass, when a typical baby would begin to reach for mama, her muscle weakness, visual impairment, and catawompus firing of signals in her brain (see: missing UBE3A) kept her from it.
It was h a r d for me. I wanted her to want me! But even when she couldn’t and didn’t reach out to me, I reached down to her. I cared for her, I protected her, I comforted her, I served her, and I loved her… not perfectly, but fiercely.
If you’re a person of faith, do you see it already? We’re all like Maeve- too weak or human or distracted to reach out to our Heavenly Father. But He doesn’t let that stop Him from reaching down to us, caring for us, protecting us, comforting us, ministering to us, and loving us, fiercely AND perfectly.
So I imagine that the surge of j o y that goes through me when Maeve actually can and does lift her arms, albeit feebly, to me is just a veiled glimpse of the joy the Lord has when we lift our heads and hands up to him, feebly or not.
I lift up my eyes to the hills.From where does my help come?My help comes from the LORD,who made heaven and earth.