Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Divine Intervention

I wrote this about 9 months ago before I got the idea to start putting all my writings about Taylor in an online journal. I happened to find it tonight tucked away in a folder and thought I would publish it here. It was very nice to remember how I felt.

You know, there are those times in life when you realize that Someone bigger than yourself is directing what you do. I had one of those days today. It's not that i don't believe in God…i most certainly do. I just have some trouble right now reconciling religion and the way I live (not being married to my significant other). Okay, enough about religion. This entry has to do with being directed by God to a place where I was needed.

So,I decided to run to the grocery store to get a few things. I didn't really need to go, but I figured, "why not". As usual, when Taylor is home, I take her with me. She loves going to the store. She has quite a few "friends" there. By friends, I mean employees. They are always so sweet to her.

Anyway, Taylor and I finish shopping and head to the checkout line. I was going to go to the Express lane, but thought I had one too many items, so I headed to the next one. The cashier smiled at Taylor and then she started to tear up. She apologized and then went on to tell me that her 8 year old son was hurt by someone when he was 7 months old and was now profoundly developmentally delayed with seizures.

She told me that she had been feeling down all day, but that seeing Taylor gave her some hope for her child and what he may be like as an adult. Taylor was being her normal cute self and that was the best compliment that I could have ever gotten about her.

She needed to be lifted up today and the fact that Taylor and I went to the store and ended up in her line was not a coincidence. To me, it was "divine intervention". God put Taylor and I in a place to be of help to someone who needed lifted out of the despair she was feeling. By doing that, we helped her, but I was also helped. I was shown that my profoundly, developmentally delayed child has a purpose in life, other than being my baby. She can be an example of what God's love on earth is like.


Beth said...

It's amazing how God moves and works. Most of the time we don't even know when we've made a difference to someone else, even if it is only by just being ourselves. I'm glad that had the clarity to see, through God's movement, the good work Taylor does.

An another note, is that your Doodle?? I love them. Our dogs look like doodles, but are smaller.

Becca said...

You brought tears to my eyes, Dawn. I just found your blog through Lila's Miracle Life. I look forward to reading more about you and your sweet daughter, Taylor!

Dawn said...

No Beth, that isn't our Doodle. That was just a dog at the park. Taylor absolutely loves dogs and they are attracted to her. The owner of this dog was nice enough to let Taylor play with his dog while we were at the park.

Tim said...


That was beautiful. What a great story. I will put the link in my files for Monthly Miracles for sure.

Thanks so much for sharing.

Love and Prayers,