A few days later, during a telephone conversation, I discussed this day with my mother. I told her how it made me so sad that Grace could not run on her own. I wondered if she was sad. I wondered...even though she was laughing, if she was holding back the same tears I was. My mother gently replied, "Jacolyn, Grace is going to be okay". I was comforted. If my mom says everything will be fine, then it will be.
I think about that day and that conversation quite frequently. What did she mean? What is okay? Does her okay looks like my okay? Does Grace's okay look like my okay? What does God's okay look like? How will we know when everything is okay and as it should be?
Grace and NiNiAs one whom his mother comforts, So I will comfort you...