There have been times I have wondered why God chose Zoey to have a heart that didn’t work right, a liver that is cirrohised, a spleen that doesn’t function thereby causing her to not have a normal immune system and an extra chromosome that makes it harder for her to learn. But I am learning when those thoughts creep in, I sit back in complete Awe of all that God has done through this one little life. Her one little life has pointed more people to Jesus in her short 8 years than my whole life at 45
And isn’t that the only reason any of us are on this earth. To bring glory to Gods name. Oh the astonishing blessings and testimony that have come from her precious life.
This devotion below sums it up beautifully through the eyes of a child .
Your heavenly Father knoweth (Matthew 6:32). A visitor at a school for the deaf was writing questions on the blackboard for the children. By and by he wrote this sentence: “Why has God made me to hear and speak, and made you deaf?” The awful sentence fell upon the little ones like a fierce blow in the face. They sat palsied before that dreadful “Why?” And then a little girl arose.
Her lip was trembling. Her eyes were swimming with tears. Straight to the board she walked, and, picking up the crayon, wrote with firm hand these precious words: “Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in thy sight!” What a reply! It reaches up and lays hold of an eternal truth upon which the maturest believer as well as the youngest child of God may alike securely rest — the truth that God is your Father.
Do you mean that? Do you really and fully believe that? When you do, then your dove of faith will no longer wander in weary unrest, but will settle down forever in its eternal resting place of peace. “Your Father!” I can still believe that a day comes for all of us, however far off it may be, when we shall understand; when these tragedies, that now blacken and darken the very air of heaven for us, will sink into their places in a scheme so august, so magnificent, so joyful, that we shall laugh for wonder and delight.
–Arthur Christopher Bacon