By Bo Sanchez
Let me share with you a story that blessed me deeply. I read it from the Chicken Soup series,but let me paraphrase it for you here.
One day, Abbie, a social worker, received a call from an orphanage.
Abbie visited the orphanage and saw a cute little baby standing on the crib. The baby smiled at her and she smiled back. When she knelt down in front of the infant, it was only then when she discovered that the baby had no arms. The person in charge of the orphanage asked Abbie, “Do you think there’ll be parents who would want this child?”
For the next four months, there were many couples that visited that orphanage, looking for a child. But no one wanted Baby Freddie.
One day, Abbie got a call from a Mr. and Mrs. Pearson. They said they wanted to adapt a child. She paid them a visit.
“We don’t have much money, but we have much love to give,” the couple said.
“Any preferences?” Abbie asked.
“A boy,” Mrs. Pearson said, “my husband will play basketball with him. He’ll be good for a boy.
“Well, perhaps in a year,” Abbie said.
“Isn’t there a baby we can adapt now?” Mr. Pearson asked.
Abbie sighed. She opened her bag and pulled out the photo of Baby Freddie.
“He’s an adorable child,” she said, “except that he has no arms.”
The couple looked at the photo for a long time.
It was Mr. Pearson who spoke first. “What do you think?” he asked his wife.
“Football,” she said, “He can play football with you.”
“Sports isn’t really that important,” he said.
“No, it is. A boy needs to have a sport.”
They kept on talking as if Abbie wasn’t around.
Finally, Abbie interrupted, “Do you want the baby?”
Mrs. Pearson said, “Want? Want the baby? Abbie, you don’t understand. This baby is ours!”
Abbie brought Mr. and Mrs. Pearson to the orphanage.
She presented Baby Freddie to them. And Mr. and Mrs. Pearson saw him, rushed to him, and embraced their son in their arms.
He Sees You Differently
I’ve met a lot of people who believe they’re like Freddie.
Do you feel defective? Deformed? Lacking?
Deep within you, you think that you’re not normal. That there’s something wrong with you.
Well, God doesn’t agree.
He’s like Mr. and Mrs. Pearson.
He doesn’t think you’re defective at all.
He says, “You’re mine. You’re my child.”
Today, allow God to embrace you.
And in that embrace, be healed.
I remain your friend,