While I was out of town I visited a church for
The first time, and I noticed a family in
The row in front of me.
Five children were sitting politely with
Their mom on one end and their dad
On the other.
I soon realized that one little guy wearing
Glasses was a special child.
He had "Downs."
During the service he walked to the
End of the row, crawled up into
His dad's lap and squeezed his
Neck tightly with delight.
I could spy his sweet smile.
The two clung together for a long time.
Then the boy worked his way to his
Mother, hugging one of his sisters as he
Slipped by in front of her.
The teenager hugged him back.
Finally, snuggled in his mom's arms, the
Two of them were encased in joy.
Not a word was spoken.
But I witnessed acceptance,
Gratitude,
Gentleness and
Hope.
While I listened to the pastor's
Sermon I observed another, the
Quiet devotion of a family skilled and
Schooled in love.