Ah well, we still have fun.
We've had some family fun too with our usual fall traditions. Ben isn't up for participating in quite the same ways as before, but we're adjusting. Instead of going to the park grounds to watch the balloons launch at the annual Forest Park Balloon Race, we found a road on the outskirts and watched from a distance.
We took the wheelchair to the apple orchard and stayed close to the wagon drop off point to cut down on ambulation efforts.
I sought a shady spot for Ben while Gigi and Alex climbed and realized I'd found him comfort in the shadow of a willow tree. It reminded me of sweet Jack and his adopted motto of ever bending, never breaking like the willow tree and that reminded me of a conversation I had with Ben last May. We were on the way to school and heard a song about God turning our brokenness into beauty. I challenged Ben to be open to that idea, look for beauty in his struggles, and let God mend the brokenness. He replied, "Yeah, only remember? I'm not broken. I'm bent."
|Bent, not broken. Got it.|
|Just hanging with Jesus|