𝘉𝘺 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯
My daughter Soleil said something recently that I won’t soon forget: “You don’t love me, you just care about Lucio.”
She was referring to her brother. We were at the mall to pick up some groceries, and because we were on a tight schedule, we couldn’t let her play at Tom’s World. A few hours later, she told me she was sorry and that she was just “pranking me.” That’s the term she always uses to dismiss the serious things she says or does.
In the moment she said it, I almost went full defensive. I wanted to over-explain everything. But luckily, I managed to keep it short and reassuring: “No, I love you.” (Though, looking back, was I reassuring her, or just reassuring myself that time?)
The reality is that Lucio has autism. He needs full attention. If left alone, he can get himself into very precarious situations; he is truly a danger to himself. Because of that, the “eyes” of the parents are always on him.
Of course, I love Soleil as much as I love Lucio or Sabino, my other son, but individually it shows differently. Kay Soleil, it’s always physical presence and quality time. To Lucio, it’s about caring for his safety. To Sabino, it’s always about protecting his health. Same love, but different expressions.
We often see God the same way. We feel like He’s playing favorites. Why are my friends more favored than I am? Why is it all so easy for them and so hard for me? But her “prank” taught me that God doesn’t have favorites—He just has children with needs that only a Father can see.
#GOTO #GodOfTheOrdinary
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