Each day he walks into that room with a smile on his face. For half an hour he works hard on something that comes so easily to so many.
Each day my son teaches me a lesson in perseverance and he doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.
Romans 5:4 says Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Hope is the sound of his little voice repeating what the speech therapist asks.
Each attempt to speak is difficult, but he doesn’t give up.
Perseverance should be a synonym for Apraxia.
The constant repetition; working to strengthen his motor planning so the words will come.
Despite the difficulty, he’s determined.
Perseverance pays off.
The struggle is real, but it’s building his character – and mine.
And each day, in some way, God gives us a glimmer of hope.
On Tuesday I walked into the kitchen to find him standing with the fridge door open, a crimson can in his hand. Sticky Dr Pepper dribbled down his chin onto the white tile.
“More,” he said.
And how could I say no.
“Can you say Doctor?” I asked.
He smiled big.
“Now say Pepper.”
I kissed his sticky cheek and showered him with praise. I gave him a high-five and handed over the drink.
And got caught up in a moment of hope.