So here’s my little story.
~Last year I read an article about a Special Olympics gymnastics team, and I contacted the coach. She informed me that the program was only for 8-year olds – (Rhema was 4 at the time). When I hung up with her, I never imagined that I would hear from her again.
~Just 6 just months ago I whispered, ‘Lord, I want my baby to have a velvet leotard.’ Just a simple, silly wish.
~In March, (3 months after my wish), Heather, the coach called to say that she had found a way to accommodate Rhema. (I could not believe she even remembered us or even had my number!).
~Since March Rhema has been ‘doing’ gymnastics.
We had no idea how Rhema would do, but I admit I was a little disappointed when I realized that she was no where near ready to participate on the same level as the other girls. Every Saturday at practice, she runs and climbs and jumps and runs. The team has dedicated a sweet 17-year old girl to run after Rhema during practice. While other coaches do (in my opinion) the exciting work of getting the rest of the team ready to compete in a meet at Harvard next month, Kerrin faithfully spends the time chasing Rhema around the gymnasium. And Rhema loves it.
Eventhough she cannot fully participate, she is still a part of the team and treated as such.
There was a meet a couple weeks ago and I decided not to go. For one thing, at formal meets, the athlete must look and acknowledge the judge by raising her hand before her routine. You sit in a circle and warm up together as a team. You travel from apparatus to apparatus as a team. You sit and wait and watch while your teammates complete their exercises. These are all things that would be very difficult to Rhema, and I cannot explain the rules to her, let alone get her to follow along. She would not understand why she could not just run around the gym as she does every Saturday. I had visions of her running into the middle of a girl’s floor exercise routine during competition… so I kept her home.
Lately I’ve had to work a little harder to silence the whispers in my head: Her deficits are too great – she’ll never be able to do what the other children can do. This is too hard. What were you thinking?
~This past Saturday, Brandon took Rhema to practice instead of me. When they came home, he held up a hanger,
“The team leotards came in. Here’s Rhema’s.”
It was still in a garment bag, and I saw that there was a matching silver hair scrunchie attached. How adorable. I wistfully slipped my hand under the plastic and fingered the material.
It. was. velvet.
No accidents, right?
How about this? God is a God of details!
Six months ago, I wrote , ‘After a rough day at the gym, you may think me delusional. But knowing God and Rhema like I do, I still think those two are going to blow my mind… and there may even be a velvet leotard involved.’
I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even pay for any of it. God did it all. Specifically.
This is the message that has been a year in the making for me. Don’t be afraid to dream big dreams. It may seem impossible, but it’s just a setup… for God to show you what He can do. He can take our dreams for our children and give them wings. I dare you to trust God. With Him, nothing is impossible.
I can’t wait to see what happens next…