“God, What about me?”
This was my cry as I raised Nate. I surely believed that God had forgotten about me. I was the woman and mother whose sole purpose was nothing more than being the caretaker for my son with special needs. That was it!
God, What about me?
I had dreams of my own. I wanted to write and publish books. I loved to write fiction. Whenever there was an opportunity, in the busyness of my life, I would sit and write stories about life, ones that were different from my own. At times, being an author of books was all I thought about. I wanted to sell millions of copies and be on the New York Times Best Seller list.
I also dreamed of traveling the vast earth, seeing the beautiful landscape that God created. I desired to meet people from around the world, studying different cultures and backgrounds, while increasing my knowledge about life.
However, more than anything, there was a deep longing within me for marriage. I wanted a husband. I wanted to have more children. My mind fantasized about a big family, large holiday gatherings, and fun summer vacations.
Sadly, the years went by, and my prayers went unanswered.
“God What about Me?”
Did You forget me? Was I lost in all the duties of raising a child with special needs? Where did my desires and dreams go? Where did my prayer request go? Did you want me to forego them to care for my son and his behavior problems? Was caring for Nate my life’s work? Did you want me to sacrifice what I wanted to serve my child? Is this who I am, Nate’s mother and nothing more?
“God, What about Me?”
