This weekâ€™s blog hop
asks the questions:
How has your faith (or lack of) influenced the framework
within which you view/experience disability?
How has that â€œFaith Lensâ€ (or lack of) affected your
First – What is a
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Second â€“ these are
tough tough questions I have pondered for a long time.
I grew up in a
Catholic family, the oldest of five, educated in Catholic schools and taught
that God was almighty and all forgiving. I am not saying that religion and
faith are the same thing, but my early education taught me to accept a God I did
not understand just because the Catholic Church said it was the truth. That was called faith.
I married a Jewish man,
quite different than either of our families ever imagined and in doing so learned
that faith is really not about religion â€“ rather our belief systems and how
we work within our respective religious histories to forge our own way. Still,
I was quite the lazy seeker and put off reconciling my own faith and spirituality
for a long time.
I have three children,
the oldest Courtney is 20 and in college, Alex is 19 and will live with us
for one more year before she goes to college, and Tommy who is 16 will be a
senior in HS. The last 20 years of my life have been spent part pregnant, part
working and always raising children, really quite rewarding but tiring. So the
search for my faith took stayed on the back burner.
When Alex was born,
I questioned my faith â€“ but this was very quickly replaced by the appreciation
that a magical event had occurred. I began to embrace our new journey and in doing
so developed a deep sense of believing that anything was possible.
This began my real
journey into the realization that there really is a power greater than
myself, the Catholic nuns and priests, my husband and the numerous rabbis I was privileged
Time after time I felt
the power that came from somewhere guide me as I tried my hardest to raise
three wonderful and responsible children, one with a disability. Very simply, I believe Alex is part of the big picture that is molding our family. She brings
us the comfort of love, and the knowledge that anything is possible. She has
changed us all â€“ and hopefully helping us to become the people we were meant
Three years ago when
Courtney was preparing to fill out her college applications she wrote the
following essay. The deal was that I was not allowed to read it unless she
was admitted to her first choice college as an early decision candidate. And she
It is easier to rip
a newspaper along the grains. There, the paper is uniform and the tear is
clear. I had envisioned my life to be along the grain. I wanted to be the
same as everyone else. My school, my clothes, and my music resembled everyone
else’s in my grade. My family, however, didn’t.
In 1st grade I realized my sister was different. This meant that I was
School was mine. I entered the decorated classroom and forgot my family at
But I really wasnâ€™t. My sister called for me from across crowded hallways
Eventually, I stopped trying to live my life in the control seat. I
I donâ€™t remember exactly when I realized that I didnâ€™t have to be second
The newspaper was ripped, and there was no going back. I took another look
Every weekend, I watch Alex as she jumps out of the car before I turn off
And that was the defining moment. If a simple extra chromosome can change a teenage girl, and make her think so deeply about her place in the world, there must be a power greater than any of us, we just have to believe, and hold the faith.
I am grateful, thankful and blessed and these are three adjectives I would never have used on June 19, 1993 and now use almost every day.
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