Monday, June 1, 2009

Burdens or Blessings?

I just read the most amazing article online at Light Refreshments Served. It was a reminder to me that each person on this earth is a valued, even treasured, human being. And especially that for those mortal beings who are afflicted with mental disabilities and special needs their physical bodies are not an accurate reflection of who they are inside--their spirits are whole and complete and most likely much more righteous and "magnificent" than the rest of us. This article gave me perspective, reminding me that their presence here on this earth may very well be a sacrifice on their part in an effort to bless our lives. It's not enough for me to simply share the link--I feel a need to share this entire article...so I've copied/pasted it below. Thanks, Emily Watts, for your insight and the courage to share your tender mercy. Now it's become a little bit mine, too.

"DISABLED:

I missed our ward’s sacrament meeting today, as I do approximately every third week because that’s how often our turn comes up to spend the weekend with my husband’s severely disabled sister, who was born with Down Syndrome. She is not one of those high-functioning Down’s kids who can get on a bus and have a little job and participate at least somewhat in real life. She understands a little, talks even less, and basically eats, sleeps, and enjoys car rides and going to the swings. Her mother, sole caregiver, died a year ago February, and my husband’s magnificent sister-in-law stepped in, quitting her job and taking the weekday shift to care for this girl in the mother’s home every single week. The rest of us trade off on weekends. This was to be our temporary solution until a suitable group home could be found, but with funding for such things pretty much dried up in today’s economy, we’re realizing that may never happen. So we do the best we can and carry on.

Because I teach Gospel Doctrine, when it’s our weekend, I take the early morning shift and then my husband rushes over right after sacrament meeting so I can dash out and teach Sunday School. Then I generally attend a later ward’s sacrament meeting long enough to partake of the ordinance.

And that’s how it went today. Except today I got a little verbose in Sunday School and we didn’t get out in time for me to get to the 11:00 ward’s sacrament meeting, so I went back over at 1:00, to a ward I hadn’t attended before. It’s one of those wards in which the youth program is small, and there was only one Aaronic Priesthood kid helping; the rest were elders and high priests. I realized from watching him that he too was suffering from some sort of disability. But not until they said the prayer on the water did I get the severity of it. An older man (I’m assuming it was his dad) knelt beside him and whispered the words in his ear, and he repeated them in that kind of blunt voice that is characteristic of kids with Down’s or other similar problems. I wouldn’t have understood his words, but as he said them I knew that Heavenly Father did.

It was a sweet experience. I thought, “This is a young man who probably didn’t even need to be baptized, much less ordained, but someone recognized the worth of what he could give, limited though it might be, and gave him the chance to give it.” All our lives were blessed by that decision, by what that boy brought to the table with him in a pure and undefiled spirit.

THAT thought took me back about 15 years to the one year I went to girls’ camp as a leader. We had a disabled girl in our group who suffered with both physical and mental challenges, but her mom was coming to camp and they decided she could come too. It was so precious to have her there. No one could be catty or mad at each other; the usual squabbles disappeared in the innocence of her concerned, “Don’t be sad. I love you.” I was especially moved when one of the girls, seeing that we might not be able to take this girl on our “flashlight hike” devotional, hoisted her onto her back and carried her the whole way. Our entire camp was blessed that year because of the girl who might have been seen as a “bother.”

And that brings me full circle to my husband’s sister. Is she a “bother,” or is she the catalyst that has allowed her brothers and sisters to continue to work together, to sacrifice together, to unite in a common goal? She is nearly 40 years old–a long life for one with her condition. Could her lingering here in mortality actually be a sacrifice she was willing to make for us, to help us learn things and gain experiences we could not have gotten any other way? I don’t know how that works, exactly, but I DO know this: Her life counts.

And our responses to her life count. The willingness of her siblings to defer their own inheritance (they will not sell her mother’s house until their sister no longer needs it) and a significant portion of their own lives to see her safely through–it may end up counting more than they know. It’s about as close to doing it “unto the least of these” as it gets, and the Lord is pretty clear on how He feels about that.

I look forward to meeting my little sister-in-law someday on the other side of the veil. I expect her spirit is quite magnificent. I hope I’ll be worthy to look her in the eye, unashamed of how I treated her here, and thank her for what she brought to our family. Her burden was our blessing, I’ll tell her. A sweet young priest reminded me of that today. I hope I’ll remember it always."

5 comments:

Heather said...

There's a special spot in heaven for these sweet spirits and those around who care for them.

VJBlair said...

That is an amazing story. I wish I could look at things that way more often.

Jen said...

This was SO sweet, Hope. Thanks for sharing. :)

Brian & Heidi Haas said...

Wow, that post brought tears to my eyes. Paige is in a signing and dancing group and they have a group also dedicated to those with down syndrome and other disabilities...whenever we get the chance to watch that group perform I am always moved by it. They are so sweet and innocent. I love it and I LOVE that you are willing to sacrifice your time for your sister in law, you will be greatly blessed...I have no doubt. Thanks for sharing that story. It was great to have the reminder just how blessed we are by those sweet spirits!!!

Hope said...

I just wanted to clarify that I did not write that amazing article. Emily Watts, a Deseret Book author, did and I got it from a website called "Light Refreshments Served". I loved it, too, and admire that she serves her family.

AWESOME!

"The democracy will cease to exist when you TAKE AWAY from those who are willing to work AND GIVE to those who would not."



Thomas Jefferson