what if can be

Look Mommy! Look!  As I looked up to see what might have the attention of this toddler I realized she was pointing at me.  By now her Mom grabbed her finger and pushed it down while whispering in her ear.  Whatever Mommy said obviously did not appease the little girl because as soon as she had the opportunity she pointed at me again.

​As I passed by the little girl, and her Mom, the Mom’s face was red, I assumed with embarrassment.  I waved at the little girl and spoke.   After the little girl waved back, I watched her as she slowly put her hand up to her face and  pressed on her nose.  She meant no harm.  

I thought maybe some day I will get used to this.  I can shake it off a lot quicker than I used to be able to because I know the truth.  I know I am not a mistake.  I know God was not shocked or dismayed when I was born.  I know I have a future and a hope. I know that when He looks at me He sees nothing but greatness.   A funny shaped nose wrapped up in greatness. A scarred face adorned with a precious crown of acceptance and beauty in the eyes of God.   Plan and purpose strewn in a banner across my chest.  

What if normal and perfect were eradicated as descriptors for people?  What if every child, no matter what they looked like, knew just how precious they are in the eyes of God?  What if children were told, from birth, that God makes no mistakes? What if they were told this day after day after day after day? Not only by their parents, relatives, friends and neighbors, but also by the educational system?  What if it were engrained in them from the time they were born so that difference was embraced?  And not called out?

A world of what ifs?  But honestly it can be.
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