Hidden….

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I know I am late posting this because it is the prompt for Five Minute Friday, which was two days ago…Better late than never though, right.  The prompt for this week is “hidden”.

So here I go, with five minutes on the clock.

We all have aspects of our lives that we keep hidden, don’t we? Maybe it’s something that happened to you in the past.  It is possible that like me, you have something you want to hide that is beyond your control. Whichever it is, I am right there with you, friend.

I do not like standing out. Actually I pretty much despise it… Most days I would really rather just blend in like everybody else. That is what makes it so ironic about the way God uniquely crafted me. You see as a result of my disability I need some assistance to get from place to place.  You maybe thinking so what is the big deal? In truth it is not a big deal now.

However for a young introverted girl, sometimes my medical equipment felt like my own scarlet letter.   As I have matured, God has taught embrace is the fact that I tend to stand out. Especially if my standing out can bring God glory.

How could something like a disability or something that makes a person different bring God glory? I have found that people often relate to my outward differences because she feels different in some way as well.  We bond over our differences.  Then I am able to share with her that God loves her just the way He created her.

More than anything, I pray that she realizes that God loves her even those things she tries to keep hidden.

2 thoughts on “Hidden….

  1. Andrew Budek-Schmeisser says:

    Beautiful post, Sarah! Better late than never? Nay, dear heart…worth the wait!

    I am disabled as well. When I could still drive, and shop at Wal-Mart…a few years back, now…I was in obvious distress, and the local homies started looking out for me. A couple of tattooed dudes…prison tats…would take my list and the cart, and another would walk me back to the bench while my shopping was done. Then they would pay for it…not letting me…and follow me home to bring the groceries into the house and put them away.

    I could not offer them money for their trouble; for they gave love. (Now, in fairness, I LOOK rather like a gangsta, except for the tats…but I think it was more than this.)

    #1 at FMF this week.

    http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2016/07/your-dying-spouse-187-hidden-song-of.html

  2. sarahalsop81 says:

    Thank you Andrew for visiting and blessing me with your comment. That is a great story of the kindness that can exist in any person’s heart regardless of his outward appearance.

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