The Christian faith is meant to be lived moment by moment. It isn't some broad, general outline--it's a long walk with a real Person. Details count: passing thoughts, small sacrifices, a few encouraging words, little acts of kindness, brief victories over nagging sins.

It always helps to know that other parents with special-needs children are surviving, and surviving well.

In the Christian faith, God really puts suffering front and center. He doesn't get squeamish about it.

Even in my despair, I knew in a vague way that the Bible held hope for me in its pages. I just didn't know where to begin.

God's purpose in increasing our trials is to sensitize us to people we never would have been able to relate to otherwise.

This is the only time in history when I get to fight for God. This is the only part of my eternal story when I am actually in the battle. Once I die, I’ll be in celebration mode in a glorified body in a whole different set of circumstances. But this is my limited window of opportunity, and I’m going to fight the good fight for all I’m worth.

My wheelchair was the key to seeing all this happen—especially since God’s power always shows up best in weakness. So here I sit … glad that I have not been healed on the outside, but glad that I have been healed on the inside. Healed from my own self-centered wants and wishes.