Greenpastures313’s Weblog

 Gabriel was born with epilepsy so severe he would never walk or talk, but would live out his days in a wheelchair. Motor skills were almost nonexistent but as he grew, he developed some ability to coordinate movements, gestures, smiles. And his smile was infectious. At fifteen, Gabe, as his parents called him, had learned to write his name, well, sort of. Whenever asked to do so, he always eagerly obliged. He began by making the letter G and he made it perfectly every time. He knew that the lower case “a” came next which he could almost create, but he could never remember to attach the tail to the letter so the “a” always looked like an “o.” Finally, he ended by writing a “b,” but again, every time, he would invert the letter so that his “b” always came out as a “d.” And with a stroke of finality to his feat, Gabe would punctuate his name with a large period. With this accomplishment, Gabe became the fount of wisdom for his parents and all who knew him, reminding them that all that matters is what Gabe could write: God. To him, that was his name, and to his mother and father who loved him more than their own lives that was the end of the matter. God, period. Got problems? God period. Got troubles and woes? God, period. Got pain, suffering, sorrow, regret, burdens? God, period. Loving Him, serving Him, praising Him, that’s the most important thing. God is your answer, period. (as told by Beth Moore, via Focus on the Family).