God is so good. His plans are deeply rooted in the details of our lives. Every single part of them. When my family was here this past week and a half celebrating my parents' 60th anniversary, Dad and I were talking about floaters I had in my right eye. Having recently been diagnosed with macular degeneration, he encouraged me to get my eyes checked immediately. That scared me. Going to doctors is not something I enjoy doing and researching to find the right one was something I had no time for. Sherri and I wracked our brains trying to think about kids in our program who might have a dad who was an eye doctor. I'd heard about a group of doctors in the Greenville area that were heavily involved in mission work and decided to take a look at them online. The first one listed caught my attention...grew up as a missionary kid in Brasil (I lived in Brasil and served as a missionary there); did extensive mission work in China (my oldest daughter, too, did extensive work in China); still loved serving in foreign countries (I still love going as well). Dr. Bostrom. He must be the one, so I called to make my appointment. This was on Wednesday. On Thursday we were closing a basketball camp and as I was writing names on basketballs to give away to campers, I was checking them off. Cole Bostrom. No way! Cole came in and as I handed him his basketball I asked, "Cole, what does your dad do for a living?" His answer? "He's an eye doctor." Today I visited with Dr. Bostrom and was so encouraged with not only his diagnosis, but his sweet heart for helping others gain not only physical sight, but spiritual sight as well.
In that same camp where we met Cole, we had a hearing impaired camper with a cochlear implant as well as a hearing aid. As long as he could see your face, he could read your lips and all was fine. As part of our day, we show portions of a basketball movie directly related to life issues. The first day we got the video rolling and all went great. What we hadn't realized, though, was that Spencer had had some issues earlier in the day and had been embarrassed in some games and was hoping that something in day two would help heal the wounds. When we started the video on day two, subtitles appeared out of nowhere. What Spencer couldn't understand the day before, God took care of. We didn't put subtitles on there. There was no remote to the TV/DVD player. Subtitles simply showed up. That movie has been shown numerous times at numerous camps. Never, not one other time, have subtitles shown up. Not until one little boy, precious in God's sight, needed them to appear.
These are small lessons, and yet they are great lessons. Our very beings are intricately made and designed by a Creator that cares so deeply for us. It is often in simple little measures that we are reminded of His great love for us. I am learning to not take one single thing for granted...the gift of sight and the gift of hearing. And I'm thankful for the sweet kids along the way that serve as great reminders!
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In that same camp where we met Cole, we had a hearing impaired camper with a cochlear implant as well as a hearing aid. As long as he could see your face, he could read your lips and all was fine. As part of our day, we show portions of a basketball movie directly related to life issues. The first day we got the video rolling and all went great. What we hadn't realized, though, was that Spencer had had some issues earlier in the day and had been embarrassed in some games and was hoping that something in day two would help heal the wounds. When we started the video on day two, subtitles appeared out of nowhere. What Spencer couldn't understand the day before, God took care of. We didn't put subtitles on there. There was no remote to the TV/DVD player. Subtitles simply showed up. That movie has been shown numerous times at numerous camps. Never, not one other time, have subtitles shown up. Not until one little boy, precious in God's sight, needed them to appear.
These are small lessons, and yet they are great lessons. Our very beings are intricately made and designed by a Creator that cares so deeply for us. It is often in simple little measures that we are reminded of His great love for us. I am learning to not take one single thing for granted...the gift of sight and the gift of hearing. And I'm thankful for the sweet kids along the way that serve as great reminders!
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