Pathetic to some, beautiful to me

It's probably pretty pathetic to watch a couple parents get misty-eyed and cheer for their 1 year old as he does something so simple as grab a toy. But to see the monumental struggle in his eyes and watch him skew his mouth in concentration as he actually shows interest in the toy, then balances out his depth perception and fights his disobedient motor skills to zero in on it--it fills my heart to breaking. With love, joy, and if I'm honest with myself, some anguish for this special child of God who has been given some challenges in life but struggles onward with smiles and laughs. We are so blessed.

So many people understand exactly how I feel. With ill children, disabled children, injured, deformed and "slow" children throughout the world. Each is a blessing to their families. No one signs up for it, but parents and siblings and neighbors the world over rejoice with each triumph over seemingly small, yet monumental battles. 

I can't help but feel that our Father in Heaven feels the same about each of us, as we battle with self-esteem, hate, envy, addiction or pride. I can just picture Him looking down on us with a tear in his eye and a huge smile on his face. 

That's the God I love and worship. A Father who rejoices with our triumphs and weeps at our sorrows. How truly blessed we are.